Life For Many

October 28, 2019


Day becomes night — despair


Night becomes day — dread


Stressed — always


Lied to — daily


Betrayal — constant


In relationships — yet forsaken


Crowds — still alone


Joy — gone


Happiness — forgotten


The present — misery


The future — hopeless


The past — tightly clung


Appreciated — not


Each day — only existing


Health — failing


Life — quagmire


The Trap — inescapable


Of the journey — fatigued


The destination — soon


The road ahead — thankfully shorter than the one behind

I write of the damaged and broken, because that is the norm. For each person who overcomes their demons, there are hundreds, if not thousands, who do not. It is their stories I tell. 


“Who am I?”

I am an independent, self-published teller of tales,
an author, as of yet, scarcely any renown.
However, as a storyteller, I know who I am,
and with that persona, I am both confident and comfortable.

I invite you to visit my Amazon Author Pages

if you are so inclined please purchase a copy and leave a review.


Thank you,



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