Poetry Blogs (genesis)
My darkness reaches new heights,
I let my demons loose and they begin to take flight.
Ascending -- the gravity of my sins engulfs me,
and I lose the part of myself which was once light.
The corruption then starts blackening my soul, forcing it to give up its unavailing fight.
Saturday 20th February 2021 4:58 pm
The hand reached into the pocket and pulled out lint. Expecting the worst, the lint was a better gift than anticipated. A cop asked me if there are any sharp objects she should know about, I say, "no", knowing that I have dirty tricks up my sleeve. I am arrested. It could always have been worse. So could I. But here I am. Jail Cell. Alone. No friends close. No bail. Alone. Surrounded by humans ...
Monday 3rd September 2012 7:29 pm