I am guilty, not of a murder, robbery or at least not in a physical manner to another, I am guilty of having dreams that have faded away and impossible to retrieve, harming the person I maybe should have been,
By Robert Rawson 19 days ago in Poets
There's a darkness that lives inside of me, it lays behind my eyes, the pain won't set me free, I keep coming and going to the dark side, it's making me sick inside.
By Robert Rawson about a month ago in Poets
Who is this person in the mirror, it's not me, it couldn't possibly be! They are older, shorter and wear wrinkles where youth used to be.