Solitude.

Solitude doesn’t ask what’s wrong, She lets me be. She doesn’t reach out, Or hold me when I’m down. When emotions get the better of me, And I’m left in a puddle of my never ending tears, I don’t feel solitude looking at me through pitiful eyes. She doesn’t pat my back like they do …

These Nights

There are nights where I fall, Back into a state of depression. On those nights, I can barely crawl, Because I am crippled by my own transgression, Judged by weak bodies of power who have no real jurisdiction, Only knocking you down so it looks like they are standing tall. But before I receive my …