“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
From My Despair (Bodie’s Call)
A clouded night blinds my eyes,
no stars to steer my course.
If not for the crashing waves,
the silence would be deafening
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Until That Day
Until that day,
I was a depressed boy—
An anxious boy—
Beaten down by my own mind
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You Light Up The Dark
I stepped forward
Putting beside my fear
Into the unknown I went
Two cheeks full of tears
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Dreams of Madness
Horror, absolute horror, as my arduous state tried to comprehend the madness, for I am not mad, am I? I do however have
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