For Him.

You can’t run away forever.

Chapter two of Punsihment.

I do not allow myself vain regrets or foreboding.

Poetry.

My family’s nightmare.

What’s that in the shadows with gnarling, gnashing teeth?

I think this is the first poem I put on here that’s anywhere close to home.

You need to learn to love again.

Frightened souls, we often feel lost and desperate.