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From wherest will you find a balm to soothe regret
From when will you bring back yesterday

Weeds

Sickened by disease; Taken root so deepWhose tentacles seize; My soul’s infinite sweep To every crevice and recess; It’s chilling fingers caressCreeping further still; till I find no restGroping silently in night within, to rid what I detestI find myself…
October 2, 2024

Coming Home

If love were a city  I would crawl through every alley On hand and knee Feeling every crevice Caressing each contour Of it’s aged pavement Relishing each touch Wondering at each turn Lost on streets, with names long forgotten Meandering…
October 2, 2024

Recovery

I lose myself Over and over again How can I find out Who I am I’ve let myself slip so slowly No longer knowing Where I am or what I’m doing Drowning in a world of confusion Driven by the…
March 13, 2024