Sunday, July 30, 2017


nothing to write about-
    or maybe too much
        redundancy day in-
                       day out

gray, grey, gone
     my skull is concrete
       filled, pain inducing

I retreat back for solace,
      struggling to turn a
             feeling into words,
           staining invisible pages

gave living another try
     but it ain't for everybody,
              I'll exist on a path
                           beside it