Fighting Through

Ball my fists and raise them up.Preparation for the snub.Slice aimed to severely wound.In this place hope feels doomed.But call me stubborn, call me dumb.I refuse to turn and run.Fought this far and I’ll do more.All to get through the door.Beyond which peace does lie,It’s where serenity can never die.Might sound too good to beContinue reading “Fighting Through”


Somber is the evening air,A place so low even darkness won’t go there.And then a strike of lightning flares,Filling the sky with copious glare.The cackle of thunder soon does follow.All to mark the next crack, so hollow.But nothing is ever quite the same.There lies missing an important name.Without them present all seems lost,Cutting back freedomContinue reading “Somber”