Paint the Snow Pink

There is a pain in living For those devoured With awareness We are buried Under frozen ponds Murky muddied memories Where wicked absconds Desperately holding on To waning sun In for the long run Exploring depth Of clouded breath This feeling isn’t new Existing in pulses Ripples and surges Repulsive Reflection Of what I am … Continue reading Paint the Snow Pink

Come With Me

Days of the innocent Children go outside, get lost in make-believe Carrying secrets not knowing the weight Believing the same of their playmates As they grew with invisible cracks Fractures in a vulnerable infrastructure Building blocks of brain damage Recognized when I left Remembered when you howled Catastrophic collapse Razor sharp relics resurface Regurgitated into … Continue reading Come With Me