Sitting in the …
Sitting in the dark, Time whispers past the ears. Light fades from the vision, Sink into the dreams, the nightmares. Footsteps distancing, breathing quickens. Silent screams, strangled cries. The dreams are back. Love it was the air in these lungs, that are now heaving. Loveless thinking, loveless breathing, loveless living. Clenched fists and closed eyes. … More Sitting in the …