…Silence is the true friend that never betrays.


January 2012

misty rain

never the day pass that thoughts of misty rain obscure the grain of hope
a cruel joke of time for it reminds oneself of the longing
is it compassion to long for the end of suffering by any means?
where there was once a book that held so many fortunes, now resides little but sadness and misery
if it wasn’t for pain one would have to consider if they were alive

The Stripping of Innocence

In a moment of time that’s seared upon my soul
my eyes transfixed on what was a dream
but now I wept as sadness swallowed me
he blamed it on naivity and deception

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