The Book of Job

Never have I ever longed for cold and bleak December, no, that month is writhe with all my plight, it holds the worst things I remember There is but one day I yearn, it is on the twenty-third, ‘tis a day when children pray and do things that which they all learn But underneath that … More The Book of Job

Proverb 23:7

Thoughts race through my mind, tonight. In darkness I am cursed to write for in my realm, there’s little light. No pattern plagues this black ink pen, it only bleeds what’s held within. Every evenings dear to me, for ‘tis the only time I’m free. Free of false facades by day, I cherish every night … More Proverb 23:7