The fragile span of Memory’s bridge,
Through life’s most unexpected phase,
In a bitter spell of mental chill —-

My poetic interpretation of the darkness within a predatory mind.

Your poor heart is so troubled.

We reunite in dreams.

Nobody likes to feel at unease.

Don’t put yourself in the firing line.

Our founding fathers left no stone unturned to frame our constitution that continues to stand as a beacon in good times and bad.

Don’t suppress your emotions.

What kinda creep are you?

Depression invites a dark presence.