A sorrow so deep;
Perpetual wounds
Calling for the end
With sweet Siren allure.
Behind the false bright
Of our forced and fractured grins.
We fear
To speak the pain;
You won’t love us if we did.
That without your love,
We’d give in
To promise of release;
To the lies of the deep.


About Z.

Poetic pipe and cigar enthusiast rifling through the haunted memories of a not so distant past while openly wrestling with faith and God. A rambling writer with the misguided notion that he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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