The lonely nightmare
Of a soul that strives to be free.
Trapped in a disease
The no one can see.
Explain in vain,
But the words fall on deaf ears.
The insults and angst
Fall on deaf ears.
Glimmers of joy
Are now few and far away.
Color is lost
In thickness of grey.
With my last bit of strength,
I grasp a sliver of hope
Whilst it pricks my finger.
An ingenious asado at Estancia Tecka, Patagonia | Made by instagram.com/peto.cocinero & 📹 instagram.com/ bcbeckphoto
The heavy depths of blue ocean
Endlessly reaching for the sky
Crashing down after another failed attempt.
Will not stop
Must keep going
Again and again, foaming with rage
Slow to die, always growing smaller
Until such time the shores are met
Only a moment to reflect
The exciting life at sea
Before being swept into the clouds.
Collective Bond
Pure
Then White becomes Black
Flash of Light
Dropped…
