I Write Dark PoetryCan the pain ever be measured? Will I ever see the light of day again? Can there ever be anything more than this? Will I crawl out of this hole? or just tumble into the abyss? Can this be the beginning or is it the end?
I Write PoetryEmpty With silence, you return. Sneaking back into my life. only to be gone again. Taking my night and bringing the day. Looking from the darkness into the future. Having been here before. Given time to enjoy this moment. And then you are gone... See More »
