The Aftermath – When Every Question Goes Unanswered
Stumbling through the broken glass What they call the “aftermath” Ears ringing, pulse screaming My eyes deceive; perhaps I’m dreaming
Read moreStumbling through the broken glass What they call the “aftermath” Ears ringing, pulse screaming My eyes deceive; perhaps I’m dreaming
Read moreThe waves crash relentlessly upon the shore, jagged rocky outcrops, barnacles and green hair tossed in white foamy forays, thundering,
Read moreI traverse this earth, treading upon the shells of broken souls, like the bleached skulls of dead warriors, for the
Read moreHaving lived with a narcissist for over twenty three years and not having a clue, the aftermath has been even
Read moreTransient, these faces that haunt my dreams, wafting in and out of consciousness, like wisps of smoke, forming and disspating,
Read moreClutter kills my will
Read morePassion Love’s tedious front, a minefield, a pitted winding path of barbed stones and ragged peaks, under glorious skies and
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