a small kid huddling under the covers, wondering when they will break down the door and when you will meet your end.
i use these secrets as a wall.
this is all i have.
these festering souls become blackened under society’s pressures.
new uncertainties, new goals, new fears, new beginnings.
the brave face their fear, while fools boast simply.
loneliness is an imaginary concept built of pain and fear.
you will die alone and forgotten – a bitter old man. not a dad but a father without a title.
beneath muted blue and grey, you look for your shadow held captive by your fears.
in the summer,the sun burns his brand into my skini bake in the heat, hunkering in the shade. in the summer,i fear the outsidewhen the earth hurts a little more,when i wilt a little more. in the summereverything looks different,the harsh light begs you to see the brightin life. in the summer, everything a bitContinue reading “summer woes”