THIS COLD PLACE
It’s cold and eeire,This silent place, With neat gray headstones and sombre writing Somewhere in the distance,Faint cries dance in the windAs another is lowered
THE SUN WILL STILL RISE
The sun will still rise,No matter how long the night was,At dawn, the sun will rise.That is an inevitability …The fluid motion of the passage
DEPRESSION
“That’s the thing about depression. A human being can survive just about anything as long as there is an end in sight. But depression is
ONE DAY
One lonely soldier,Stood on a battle fieldThe fight of her life ahead of her,And a lifetime of memories behind her.Her body and mind were at
A LIFE
A row of neat tombstones, Each lovingly taken care of. Cold pieces of stone…And written on them, Two sets of numbers with a line in
WHAT I CANNOT FORGIVE
I’ve thought about how to start or how to tell you this,But I can’t figure out a way, So I’m just gonna say it.I’m not
MY HEAVEN
I am staring at the wall… Looking rather blank, I am confused,Lonely,Lost…My thoughts are scattered,They need an anchor.But where is it?Where is my little slice
SMALL WHITE PILL
Sit, Sit and listen, And let me tell you a story, One you might have heard before.When you look at me…Do I look pleasing?Do I look
WE WILL DANCE AGAIN
I look at you,Racing heart, scrambled thoughtsSweet gestures and whispered secrets…Fond memoriesA time when all was rightWhen I thought I meant something to you…But then…
