Poetry

We are but a breath Gone as quickly as our names are spoken expired as - soon - as our own is gone utterances in the night that are soon broken We are but a mist Though thick in the night is chased away at the dawning of the heat Gone forever...

There never was a day when you did not cry Yeah, deep down inside. Underneath the laughter and sarcasm and glances, You'd find your soul weeping and thrashing about Looking deep down inside Looking for hope and meaning and purpose When everything. Everyone around you said there wasn't. And you came to...