I open my hand Allowing the world to spill out Onto the ground In shards of brokenness And heartache Bitterness And self-deprecating antics- Some say there’s always hope But some things aren’t worth hoping for So,I carry on. I open the other hand And welcome…

She’s Gone The pain inside my soul is painted and flavored by the emptiness I feel, thinking of the eternity of time I now must spend wandering alone toward the grave that awaits us all. There was a time, not so very long ago that…