The Mind The pullEvery nerveMinute and hour-I drown in noiseAbsent silenceWith days and sounds…The collapseJust a bodyAnd design…Once keptNow soughtThe mind.
Blood boils so quick anymore.... Always a joke- Can nothing be serious? Or even answered? Taking care is for granted- Maybe that’s why I stopped for so long? Clearly not long enough- Like time ever would be.... Pain is numbing Until it hurts- Or you stop. Does it stop? Or do you just go- I … Continue reading Again