Posted in Life

It’s only life

Can you smell that picture?

It smells old and betrayed

burns when you look closer

The sun weighing over

the bones that climb the hill

lost girl at the crossroads

broken – social schism

rains bittersweet regret

there’s no escape button

just left, right and forward

until the end game – death.



I like to think I'm a story teller. I love stories. I believe the world is filled with stories just waiting to be told and learned. I enjoy travelling down the road less travelled, with my iPhone and journal in each hand. Here you'll find all my poetic musings... Enjoy!

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