Alone in the woods, scared out of my wits
so dark, I could almost feel the darkness
stumbling and staggering through
feeling my way forward
searching for the faintest ray of light at least
how did I get here?
Lost in my own world! Continue reading “Lost”
Tag: poetry
The Good Ol’ Days
Gone are those days!
the good ol’ days…
This makes me wonder how good those days were…
love reigned among all?
No racial killings?
No ritual killings?
No sociopaths loose on streets, killing under the guise of fighting for something Continue reading “The Good Ol’ Days”