Oh, gentle hope-- You reached down with a grasp of mercy and brought me up to ride back upon the waves; From the pit of desperation, and breaking, your light shone into the midnight of my heart and broke me free from the chains of sleep to awaken in the arms of freedom...
My soul has been screaming for days upon end; It shall not stop. Just like the unrequited spirits who stir and moan and rage in their helpless state; too late to change and too late to make amends... The Banshee that dwells in my soul will wail and wail in it's justified torment until it's... Continue Reading →
"He just doesn't want to talk, that's all", mom said. I hadn't seen or spoken to Dad in weeks, especially after the diagnosis. I lived far away and it wasn't easy to get to where he was, but I knew something was wrong. Against my "wife's" insistence, I took the trip, knowing full well what... Continue Reading →
The day was late…so late I was weary, but not as weary as he was; After all this was his last day and one has the right to be weary, When they are in a prize fight; When they are going to another shore. The day got later—but slowly, as if to say “you’ll thank... Continue Reading →