Most of my inspiration is from sadness...When I write, I create a release..I have no intention of causing depression from my poetry, if anything I appreciate the ability to express it.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Today my heart moves away...
A frame in time it was mine.

I lived in my dreams and felt pain by the river.
The foundation of a place I have never been, haunts me with familiarity,
Silent trees covered in grey moss, a sinking piano..
On my hands and knees I pleaded for my home..

The day grew darker, my hands had frozen.
Snowflakes falling before me had formed into a blizzard,
A glass globe surrounds this landscape,
Enclosing me from freedom.


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