Scorn Stories

Here tears reign,And Self cannot be pulled togetherWhen Self is screaming, torn asunder,Where empty shell is welling up whilstEyes of others rollAgainst the failings of thisSelfish child,So called becauseShe cannot rule whatOthers hide and stow away.'Midst the back streets of her mind,Her common sense is raging cruelTo lash her weakness,Scorn self-pityAnd loathe the drama queenShe...Is?She knows not where or when they sto...

Shadows Constantly all around,Some stark, some subtle. Forms upon the ground. Shadows are ever present.Persistent never vanished.Darkness they too accent. Lurking for you to view,Images imagined or real.Depends how you construe. Before your eyes rearranging,Like the only constant in life.Continually always changing. Never leaving by yourself,Beside, in front, or behind.Traveling with you like an elf. Matching stride for s...