Those glares dissect melancholy beneath the skin,
my soul ravaged by heartache, tragedy, and sin.
Read MoreThose glares dissect melancholy beneath the skin,
my soul ravaged by heartache, tragedy, and sin.
Read MoreIt seems far out of reach, in a place that my fingers can’t scratch.
Read MoreDeclutter your belongings, plant the seeds,
Tend to your thoughts and let their ideas grow.
Read MoreA free-verse poem about not living up to one’s potential.
Read MoreHe has no guidance towards the flourishing path of fatherhood.
So he devises his own blueprint, a manual to set his course ahead.
Read MoreIf trees could talk, oh how the forest would groan.
Of a tale of a boy who wandered into them all alone.
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