Deep Scratches

Just a little poem to free the soul.   It is chaos; this world I inhabit.  Holes, walls, and thorns leaving scratches. I fall. I climb. I bleed.  I never find what I feel I need.  I'm trapped in a storm. I can't breathe.  Save me from the fear creating me.  I will never find …

The Struggle

All who know me, know my mind is a dark place. The only true solace is my fingers on the keyboard. It is a sweet release. Poems and short stories seem the way to go for myself. I hope you enjoy.  I look ahead, I cannot see.  I look behind, I'm drowning.  I see my …

The Darkness

A short story about losing your mind.  The dreams are strange. The confusion upon waking grows. It festers, boils, and locks on to what may be reality. Were they dreams? Was it what is perceived as real? My mind can barely tell the difference.  When I woke in the morning, my body pulsed from the …