My life traverses a weary circle; a hollow atmosphere pollutes the seasons. Experience has lost its meaning. My famished darkness, tempted by the bloated hordes of havoc. Provoking this quiet wrath. Everything is uncertain. My days end writing my acquaintance, Death, a letter; the pages heft with regret
It’s been a while since I've felt the sun. Daily precipitation grows more intense. Finding my sense of direction, moving away from the storm yet, tethered to the chaotic attraction. Thunder without the touch of lightning. All I have is the rain.
I see; the truth, the errors, and the ending.
I exist in a place of confusion; perspiration has the scent of chaos. My father visits my dreams, but he doesn’t recognize me. The ebb and flow of warnings erode the existence of time.
Seeds of resurrection. Childish games they continue playing. Those lingering lies were their truth as fairy tales. I stepped away. For a moment, my thoughts I quietly transcribed—a world of burning embers. I returned, and everything I knew turned to ashes. Memories no longer forgotten.
My path should have been different. Sentiment made my choice; the opportunity shared an equal quality—a questionable judgment based on hope. Now, I am sleeping in the rain. This mistake carries silence—no words of despair.
The warmth of summer is ending;the length of daylight decreases.Darkness carries heavy memories;the weight of despair increases.
Another storm is coming. Feeling the barometric pressure. Waiting for the strong winds, to begin parting our ways.
The soft taps of summer rain. A moist reflection in an empty room. Those calendar markings of commemoration, the essence of the ones taken. Counting down to the end of a season.
Passive avoidance Existence without presence Crowded emptiness
Concessions of the heart exposed.Every effort results in failure.Love is a waste of time.
I came across a voicemail message from my father in 2017. It was a poignant memory of a time before he passed this year. Alone, suffering from grief and cancer. The twins took his money and gave it to their mother, the tumors that weakened our family. Those truths of his final days send me … Continue reading Loss
I thought things would get better as I got older. So much experience to make the journey easier. Then I realized, I should have changed my ways. The world is a bully that torments me for decades. My experience doesn't make up for my mental state that is withering away. Familiarity is now in the … Continue reading In the Distance
Haunted by the dead and buried; acceptance denied due to the absence of closure. Grasping at the tattered hem of a garment; faith-seeking answers. Time dictates the pace of suffering; peace is a forced state of mind.
It rains in the most obscure places; the unexpected. Taps playing on my skin. The urge to run becoming prevalent. Be still, let nature take its course.
A sense of panic lingers. Words spewed to comfort. It’s not over. Garbled dreams and nightmares so vivid. Time is forced to rewind. We’ve shut our doors again.
A summer of Deja Vu becomes reminiscent of a love story. Cascading sunbeams reflecting our memories. The warning of a storm, the bittersweet smell of rain.
This valley is void of life. My days are wasted and my nights are restless. I’m bankrupt because of good deeds. My thoughts gathered in an empty space. The shadows tell me there’s no reason to be here.
I wanted to believe in the possibility of change. My agreement to a deal delivered perpetual satisfaction. Life is an inescapable joke; disappointment is the punch line. The end is tumultuous because of a plan rejected. I must rely on hope, the source of my survival.
Our time collected things unchanged. This future abates.
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