Tuesday, August 12, 2014

Thoughts in randomness

I write, I accumulate,
My darkest fears and thoughts,
It never does satiate,
The ghosts with which I am wrought.
I read and absorb,
All of the hurt and sorrows,
All of it distorts,
My heart’s beaming pharos.
I mull over and muse,
At others’ every spoken word,
My heart is bruised,
As the intent behind each is heard.