I can feel my soul rending in overt tears, As I peruse the devil’s tempting wares,
Poems
Small verses from a fevered mind.
Soul Ache
Life hurts like a point forty-five
Nature’s Lament
How will you accept the gift that's lent? How will you heed nature's lament?
Lost Love
I am saddened you're gone
There was a Time
There was a time, A time of sin
Who Are You?
Who are you who gathered near, All mine trails, hardships, fears?
Garden Folk
Upon lost trails do we weave
Last Stand
Standing stoic 'midst twisted trees
What Could Have Been
Smoke rises from embers gently burning
Fear Fuels the Fires, Ignorance Builds the Pyres
Who are we who dabble in fear? As the shadows draw ever near
