A confession of disillusionment with the world around us, coping thereafter with the imminent struggle of daily life, and coming to the conclusion that hope is for the having.

An illustration of the struggle sometimes faced when encountering more of life than expected, resolving in a sober bit of wisdom.

Poetry.

Poetry.

[draw-matization] Blah… blah blah… blah blah…

I don’t want to keep going round in circles.

I wrote this piece in an attempt to accept the reasons I had for breaking up with a long-term lover.

A fictitious story of what didn’t take place but could have happened to anyone beyond the distance of this poem.

This is a personal poem about my hang-ups in writing.

This is the last goodbye.