when the day is darker in my mind, than the greying of the clouds
when sighs sing, melancholy refrains.
then from you I am gone....
into a world asunder a city ofΒ Β labyrinth alleyways that lead all to a fountain of water tainted, by memories unkind.
it is there, there you will find the bare bones of me. sitting, drinking at the fountain head, drinking rememberances of days gone by, days desperate, diluted with desire of a better hope.
writing exercises from therapy(about 15yrs ago)....