Flux (Poetry)
The banks empty: Lost, forgotten. There never was Anything there. Could I step once Over that mount? Like the prophet, I fear I won't. Ends are certain. The middles, not. That is a truth. Or so I'm told. I grow too old. And yet I'm...
Wait (Poetry)
Wait What was I to do? Wouldn't it all have been in vain? So all I did was...Wait. I was feeling blue. It all was always the same. Could I do anything but...Wait? That's all I knew. I knew I couldn't handle the pain. Shouldn't I...