January 2010
3 posts
Docile To Deadly
Sick of aggression from a defence, and tired of the angst. Not knowing what to do. Do I push myself to be stronger, or do I let it eat away. But, I am stronger, I am smarter, I am more skilled and I am better. Why am I down in the depth? I am so much more than perceived to be. Fear me. Do, please, fear me. I am so much more than you know. What you think. I am something more than you could ever be....
Company With My Compass
The stress… Is it a test? I feel it compressing down on me. The weight I carry shifts with every step, the direction changes rapidly without question, like a wind with no purpose, the current with no cause. I feel there is no compass for the direction I wish to obtain, no map to lead the blind. I have no eyes for the road ahead, as the path in front becomes a trail behind. My mind is a hedge...
“I AM AN ANOMALY”
– It Prevails