Upturned

Upturned Overwhelmed I cannot tell if it is evil I cannot tell if it is good It might even be both Just being tossed heels over head Is this life or is this death? Who can tell in these deep, cold waters? Or maybe all of this tumult Is a sign I am almost to…

Chasm

Chasm Sometimes living poetry Is like looking into a deep, dark chasm I see nothing I feel nothing Yet I know something is out there In there, within the darkest depths And suddenly and without any explanation There I just step Falling, falling, falling Into a place I know not To a destiny I know…