On A Page, On Ink, I Lived

“Losing teeth and breaking bones, I thought, were okay. But not human emotions, o’, not those human emotions! No whisky could drown them; you would drown instead. No amount of smoke could cloud their mass of disaster…”
“Losing teeth and breaking bones, I thought, were okay. But not human emotions, o’, not those human emotions! No whisky could drown them; you would drown instead. No amount of smoke could cloud their mass of disaster…”
“The weight of the body, heart, mind and soul, can at times be too much for one to bear. Dead within, some drag feet to their graves every day; every day, doing something, feeling useless, feeling (like) nothing…”
“The sky of emotions thunders with dark clouds. A heavy heart fears… the coming storm, the raging floods; The end feels near…”
Overflown
“I sat through your rants of how meager my months’-old tireless and genuine efforts were. I watched you trash them, and how little you saw them…”