Crossing the Abyss

Dark paths I tread carelessly beneath a shroud of falling skies, a wanderer a world away from where I have been and where I am going. There was light, once, to guide me, to show the path that led to the sea-- that vast expanse of the Abyss where a man, such as I, could... Continue Reading →

A Poet’s Curse

Words, my only friends-- never betraying but which I give them, enemies of my own making; curse the heart that gives them soul, smother the lungs that give them voice, whither the fingers that give them life. Only silence is certainty. Only silence is safe.

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