Castle In The Shadows (poetry 2014-present)

pins and needles biting like beetles clock is ticking moon is shining over windowed steeples towering in the sky cast shadows on high cradling, with a dark hearts' lamented, fermented sour lullaby reaching for the right praying to get through each night til we reach the light

Bravery is false pride like fake it til you make it defiant on this ride through hell and now alone battling I need to win like the sword in the stone it's a battle that's so steep struggling so hard to keep functioning enough so that I can go enough to actually sow so that what's sown can be reaped so that I can then find my peace I can't let go until I have done that at least and speaking of above homonyn-ically no grim reapers will come I'll chase them away with my drum yeah, my heart is the drum yeah it has to keep beating my blood has to keep pumping and some

Black ice crystals s hine like whistles  whistling in the dark  whistling through the park  of trees and benches barren  subtly it'll wear down  the backs of every fool  who turns away  but cool  bearing backs to weather  so cruel