An athlete, a warrior, an artist.
Sometimes in the dead of nightTired limbed and bleary eyedBehind a screen or under ruckI think I hear your calm sigh Sometimes when men sleepAnd ghosts roam the landDreams awake I feel you nearUpon my arm your gentle hand Sometimes in pain I cry outAlone and spent, a shellThen warmth upon my cheekA taste, a … Continue reading Sometimes
Broken, broken, broken.Broken, broken, bones,Torn from flesh, this pain unspokenSilent and smiling alone.Clutching on the shoulder,Gnawing on the mindShadow cold and counsel colder,The heart with vices bind.The eyes have lost the sparkleCaught from guiltless youth,Masked as truth falsehood fedAnd grinned up with bloodied tooth.My shine too, lost for rustIn spots where I laid bareThe soul … Continue reading Silent and Smiling Alone
The Sparkly-Eyed Man 