Over

The grip around my arms Pinned back and held by thorns From an aroma laced with petals That clang against cement weighted as metal They settle at my feet Such decadent deception detailed critique Unique as I may be I feel a little crazy Which makes me like everyone else…

A Light Question

Light and dark coexist The truth remains that without light to frame The darkness It would be missed? Or is it the other way around? Is it true that the deeper the depths of darkness The more the catastrophicly contrasting light cascades? Or is it that because the more darkness…