Light Dawns

Sometimes, my life can only be described as a series of Murphy's Laws.



Alas!

Eclipse

Hiding in the darkness behind my eyes,
in the whispers of my breath,
lost in the footsteps of my mind,
deafened by the beat of my heart,
sitting on the cold bare floor,
eyes towards my soul,
as the rats of guilt nibble,
at my feet of lead.

Here in the prison of my heart, chained by hope,



I am free.

Mining In Hell

Sometimes you can't help but marvel at the endurance of the human spirit. The way we fish for hope even in the midst of inevitability. The way we grope for morsels of happiness even in the abyss of gloom.


Like searching for breaths inside your coffin.