Maleko ©2012
There are days… The skies crack open, to reveal a faint path to heaven. Or… The earth belches…
Like the fallen leaves My heart lies wounded Laid bare, alone and dying Writing down the moments Long…
Colored dreams surge through my mind. Overhead covered blanket of gray skies. Imagination walks paths of colored dreams….
the abyss anxiety and depression an endless deep cavern of dark indecision and self-loathing that many will journey…
Addictions may come. Addictions may go. Beyond the wanting, Mornings when it’s hard to rise, Wild horses drag…
A suffocating gray; hangs over our heads and covers our hearts. Looking for color; no matter how small…
