Posted in Poetry


Nothingness surrounds me
I wonder around as though blind
the truth really does set you free
but not before making the hurt come alive

Expected ill expectations
breeding a degenerate combination
of hope?
Of peace?
Of faith?
I speak, as one impacted by the snare of the free

The freedom to forgive as nothingness overshadows me.



A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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