I wrote this about depression which can be a constant battle if you so allow it to be. Depression can be dark as I intended the first of this poem to be, and I could define depression as a horror because in some peoples lives it is,always stuggling with yourself and your deep dark thoughts which can lead you to feel guilt, pity and so on until you become like an empty shell but there is a way out and only one person can truly help with that, the person who has it!

When a man is beating his significant other most times he’s scared to fight another man.

A poem acknowledging the gift of salvation.

Dedicated to all the women and men who are victims of domestic violence.

Charming eyes too perfect to light a life of a coward always at night.

A man in my neighbor decided life was too painful to live so he hung himself and one of his young children found him.

A sad little being.

Living in truth rather than deceptiveness.

Maybe cowardice comes from the daily scenes…

I don’t know why people are too scared to face the truth…