The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

If

If I had only known
I would be left alone
Never would I have kissed
Those lips now sorely missed

Someone

If these words cannot make you stay,
Then all I will ask for is one more day…

Missing

It is just another day,
But it does not feel the same…

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

White

I have freedoms others will never know,
Simply because my skin is white…

Unafraid of the Dark

I know the darkness in which you sit,
The pitch black that swallows all hope…

The Harder Truth

I could not say it for the longest time,
Fearing my life by acronym defined…

How Will You Know?

Your hands will never touch,
All the things I feel…

The Last Mile

I did not want to say a prayer, not those words,
To your God who needed you more than I do…

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

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