Pieces of the Whole

I’ve often found that the heart of a human Is the heaviest when the brain does not help support it. If the brain does not learn to control it, One can see how easily Infatuation can turn to obsession Obsession turns to delusion Delusion turns to compulsion Compulsion turns to tragedy To one’s soul or…

Forever, in the Black

So my original “Always and Forever” was the second version of the following poem. I had previously lost it but, after searching through my Evernote, I found it again.┬áSo here it is: She comes to me at night When I cannot sleep She sometimes comes in light And also when I dream She used to…