She , With The Golden Tears

Was she to be rebuilt in this pouring rain A wretched amaryllis with petals torn from each side Was she to be remarried in this catastrophe She with golden tears , fell She with cerulean eyes , wept She in the amber mist , fell She , the maroon trees , sighed Alas , the… Continue reading She , With The Golden Tears

my own little hell

Several years have passed since I have last been in contact with anyone. Alone and remorseful for all of the wrong deeds I have committed I exist; society’s judgement has condemned me. I am full of guilt; a shallow puddle of water is all that consoles me. Nothing but the moon’s subtle reflection emanates from… Continue reading my own little hell