Wednesday, April 8

Song of death

Tonight, sleep won't come to me
And neither will you.

There won't be someone holding me tight,
Whispering it's going to be an right.

No undeserved kisses,
Or soft, warm embraces.

No songs to lull me,
Or vices to dull me.

No words that allay,
Torments of the day.


But tonight, patience will come to me
And my darling peace will return.

There will be clarity guiding my feet
To the end I am to meet.

A well-deserved smile,
Will carry me for a while.

A rhythm from within,
Will tickle my skin.

And a soul that was lost,
Will finally, have crossed.


Tuesday, April 7, 2020
3:35 AM

Letter to RAD - Take 3

 hello, it’s been a few days since we last texted, and i’ve been reflecting on what you said.  while i agreed with a few things, there were ...