Writing

Paralyzed

I yearn to create a masterpiece before I leave. I want to leave something they would play at my funeral, read during…

Void

 I can’t explain this hole in my chestThe gaping voidHelpless pain. The urge to reach inRip my sternum in halfTearing…

Summer in the Storm

So this is what it feels like,summer in the stormDon’t know if I want more. Can’t find those wordsSo I’ll…