October 21, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment fearful to bleedtoo red for youreyes, i strainto contain what shouldbe cried. pixabay
October 21, 2022 / grumpygorman / 5 Comments healing from aflesh wound when new skin won’tgrow back is like keepingwinterwindout when you can’t sealwindow’scrack. pixabay
October 19, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment shadow love knows whento speak up, i’ve learned her voicetoo well, and when my earsstart bleedingheart- i know i’m freeof hell. pixabay
October 18, 2022 / grumpygorman / 3 Comments she wouldn’t remembermy voice onthe endof theline but responded withkindness, as though she hadknown andlovedme throughout herharsh life, impacting me forthe rest ofmine. pixabay
October 17, 2022 / grumpygorman / 2 Comments bury me inautumn so that i can thawlike ground, from peaceof solemn slumber when springtimerolls around.
October 17, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment fresh winds whistleautumn’ssong midst the absenceof birds tocarry italong, like a trickling streamready to freeze at the very hint ofan eveningbreeze. pixabay
October 17, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment wishing i could holdyour history, not that it’d seal eachwound left, by ones who hadn’tmopped upregrets still seeping fromyour chest.. all overmine. pixabay
October 16, 2022 / grumpygorman / 2 Comments crimson of theleaves- symbolic ofblood.. from the heart ofa tree, i’m raking upfloods. pixabay
October 14, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment when idread questions the answer’sin myeyes where i cannothide. pixabay
October 14, 2022 / grumpygorman / Leave a comment a hunter’smoon halts us withinher sights– she aims and fireswith focusedmight, we take the hit,and thank her for it. pixabay
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