Alone (Remove filter)
PTSD
A slave to my feelings,
Shackles trapping my mind.
Trying to break through and begin healing,
But hit with the cruel reality of man-kind.
Monday 1st March 2021 11:59 am
letter to spring
letter to spring / michael kwack
in a wind
there i smell a scent of spring
i've passed the winter away
in a far place alone
but it was now
only hours of emptiness
i've got to write letters
the last confession to myself
then meet the spring
in complete quietness
Thursday 25th February 2021 11:05 am
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