Poetry

The dream fades a lil’ more with each passing day seeming more ridiculous more far fetched more far away… ~~~ drowning in the responsibilities and mundane tasks  of adult existence  exhaustion is my new best friend not the dreams I once had ~~~ but sparks of creativity  keep forcing themselves through the ashes that linger…

I feel like crying but no tears will come out I’ve become so numb to the pain of this world and the agony in my own heart. ~~~ I turn up the music with loud, pounding drums and screaming guitars until it’s pulsing  through my head ‘til my thoughts  are drowned out because it hurts…

I happened upon a rock today in a creek I was passing by barely peeking above  the fast, rushing waters stubbornly yet futilely holding out. I surveyed the creek and observed smooth stones the water was rushing over  that were once jagged rocks that had been polished with time and thrust down the creek despite…