Ever Rising

In flux a place in space it moves only forward up and over it grows so ever now to me toward. I will live to climb but I, so rustic my limbs old, carefully step my steps; there’s traps so I go slow. Fractured cinder blocks they supported to sustain past hurt inside nature; now…

My Cry In The Night

I see the red dawn I see it dissipate so fast. I feel it’s speed as if I step my foot on the gas. Plauged by destruction I have explosive twists that shattered my dawn after some torturous trips. Watching as the world implodes upon itself makes me want to hit down upon a final…