The Greatest Injustice Of All

Ive tried to write this three times. So here is the final final penultimate birthing of some very crucial information. There are many times I write. I write when I’m angry, sad and happy. The outlet is particularly birthed by the lack of judgement that a mind experienced when consuming too much alcohol. I’m sure…

Blame Bloodies The Feet

Blame is like revolving moving only to go nowhere, There I found a low place by shattering vessels I threw there. There I learned nothing my anger is like glass on the floor, I removed my shoes of discernment so now my pain is so much more. I threw down what I fancied that which…