As Macbeth once said, "Hell is empty and all the devils are here."
We are all fighting our own demons trying our best to get through day by day, night by night.
At wits end to infuriating madness trying to be better than what we once were.
I was once a grief stricken poet turning pain into poetry.
Now I am a beloved poet making sense of my past loves through poetry. So I can be a better lover for whoever comes next in the future.