The Jumpers
The Jumpers I can either keep quietly screaming through life, or accept that this life is not right for me. It’s the choice I must make. To either struggle with the pandemonium or take some time to look at the…
The Wanderer
The wanderer moves on,
Leaving behind the burnt up logs
Few morsels of uneaten tasteless food
Forced Sunsets
Been waiting for something
never sure of coming.