Lock-down.

Too much pressure Too much time Too much uncertainty Too much to climb . Too many emotions Not enough space  A clogged up brain With only time to waste  . Deeply stored frustrations New triggers to entice Past projections fog Is it so hard to just be nice? . With so much confusion  Leaving it … Continue reading Lock-down.

H. O’Neil

Once smote I never believed Smitten could again be possible Oh how I erred A malignant love Had given a sty to all eyes A vision so blind I saw derision Your truth as lies Never the salient aspects of life My dubious, dopiness doubts Your ferocious, fervent feelings Tremulous, nervous, benevolent heart Cursed by … Continue reading H. O’Neil