The Night Globe’s Heavy Skylids

A Poem About Midnight Dark the night will heavyonce my draping eye lids melt southalong the tired open sky Winter works wearilyInside this snow globe of mine Dawn is a desert dream we ofwhile drowning in midnight A herald’s horizon of light loomslonely above the vacancy vast;how wide the deeper black Scattered stars and city […]

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Prayer of an Angry Son

Father, not now, not now, anytime but now, How could You leave me at a time like this? What am I supposed to do now? How long are You gonna ignore me for? Father, I know You’ve been leading me, Your child, through these cold, pitch black tunnels of this dark and twisted maze, and […]

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