Cloud-like, her self worth
forms, floats,drifts, fades, dissipates,
fettered to their whims,
those wretched conflicting thoughts
blustering within.
*Photo by Niklas Hamann on Unsplash
Cloud-like, her self worth
forms, floats,drifts, fades, dissipates,
fettered to their whims,
those wretched conflicting thoughts
blustering within.
*Photo by Niklas Hamann on Unsplash
Rose hued horizon
dissolved into starless black
awaits tomorrow.
*Featured image by Pixabay on Pexels.com
O, tormenting truth,
gnawing, clawing, deafening,
scourge to the conscience.
* Featured image by Victor Freitas from Pexels
I am not sure if it’s the relentless summer heat or if it’s part of aging, as suggested by my friend, but my patience well has been quite dry lately. In other words, I find myself way more easily irritated. I couldn’t even stand hearing myself when I gave in to these petty annoyances as it’s impossible to shove angry words back in once they have been callously spat and sputtered out.Read More »