To Stop this Madness (Poem)

Oh, how I was wrong To think the Dark Days could be counted They seemingly go on and on The present moment always gone My thoughts chasing aching memories That trickle to my chest cavity Reflection Reflection Reflection Oh, to stop the madness Takes the will to be reborn

The Dark Days of Awakening (Poem)

On the 1st day I was completely lost.                I had no idea which direction to turn. On the 2nd day I felt sadness.                A form of undying need or yearn. On the 3rd day I reflected.                I had been playing victim in life. On the 4th day I reflected on reflecting.                I’d been creating my…