It was the final stand
Damned if I don’t do,
Damned if I won’t choose
To sing another’s un-worded song.
There’ll be no more re-kicking these crossroad blues Continue reading “Unfenced Blues”
Dark’s fingers creep like ghosts that linger. They envelop the skin, infiltrate the bloodstream, to smother the last embers of the soul’s flame. Here, doors open but it’s impossible to peek inside or find the courage to visualize beyond their darkness.
Yet, it’s curiously comforting. This cocoon of corridors Continue reading “Cocoon of Corridors”