Poetry

A Wish To Turn Off The Sun

It was the blank space within that fueled his sadness. But if there was nothing there, what could there be to be sad about? What drove him to constantly question himself and how others saw him or didn’t see him? If there was nothing there, what drove them away? How could nothing be such a… Continue reading A Wish To Turn Off The Sun

Poetry

Black wHole

My tattered skin too worn to be angry. My splintered mind too arid to be sad. My weighted soul too heavy to emit light. My lowered, watery eyes too blurred for sight as every moment encircles a point of zest to never escape a crushing heart’s death. There is no savior. There is no fate… Continue reading Black wHole