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.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

One by one these pillars have fallen down,
Behind me lays destruction.
I keep walking.

My boots worn and haggard, I drag my feet.
Torn attire adorns my fading frame.

Brown smoke, yellow horizons..
An empty desert swallowing me whole.
I squint my eyes, the distant promise of light guides me..

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