Hard Knocks

No it isn’t easy When exhaustion sets in it becomes a mental war between your will to keep fighting and that ever present voice telling you to give up Black, blue, sweat, tears, cracked and frayed Your outer appearance may look pristine to the world Your insides raw from the weight of all that has…

Hollow Bones

My eyes they sting The fan it spins The cat is in the yard, The water’s hot The room is not And I find breathing hard, My lip is split My jaw is stiff It’s grip is on my brain, The sirens ring The men walk in My soul begins to drain, The scans are…