Inevitability and time are plagues On the human soul, the psyche, the mind Leeches leech And ticks borough But time and inevitability weave And sow so much of nothingness That without (God) There is no now
memories from the past keep echoing like little drops of rain tapping on the windows in my head pitter patter drip drop remnants from the storm only I could see feel hear taste the scent of death weaves its smoky hands around my neck i scream
but my voice is only a whisper so soft so soft my screamswordsfeelingspains are just dead leaves carried on a heavy w i n d dead leaves you crunch with your feet
Grieving the loss of my family, I wish you were here with me. Hold me in your arms, my heart is fragile in all its charm. From this pain, comes growth, I know.