A Script Yet Written

The orange leaves say fall Against the night The nibbling chill and rain scream October. My mind, blanketed by that scream, Reflects. I was broken 12 hours ago, Hopelessly exhausted, And exhaustedly hopeless. But 12 hours ago, Is no more, I slept away 12 hours ago. And the music woven in the darkness is profound.Continue reading “A Script Yet Written”

Just to Remind You

I was so free of that decade of depression, that I hadn’t thought of it outside distant memories. Even in the middle of a war that I could only witness I could still find stars through the gun smoke but, to continue the metaphor, at an odd hour the stars were captured by dark clouds,Continue reading “Just to Remind You”