Over and over, “I cannot allow the pain To blot out the sun like showers of rain; I mustn’t let the mind supremely reign Dictatorship of this minuscule heart & mediocre brain. I find the light of myself in glints – No longer will I permit my perception to glaze in sorrowful tints; For so … Continue reading A Soliloquy to the Sky
Come the end, for I am ready; Come the end, the world is heavy. Lest I lie, or lest I leave, The best of me I will retrieve. But if I breathe tomorrow my last, And today is only A thing of the past, I will remember The world and all its contrast: … Continue reading Come the End
This is the cry for help that falls on deaf ears oftentimes. The great resolve is when one wants to help themselves -- for me, there's nothing I want more.