To The Cross I Run..

Tears tricked softly, My chest locked The pain weighs down In the midst of mine,yet it feels so alone. My head is in many places My heart overwhelmed How do I handle this pain? My silence is mistaken for “not caring enough” If you only knew, if only you knew. ******************* Here I come to…

Muse ,Musing,Muse.

In the middle of writing a short story I got brain freeze(failure to remember something,with the sense that recall is imminent). So here I am musing,or trying to find my muse. There it is, I found it right in my face. And when the storm is over,you wont remember how you made it through,how you…

Fright Night -Oh death where is thy sting?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fright Night.” When I was a  teenager, an unfortunate incident occurred that almost jeopardize my life.  I fell into the hands of hoodlums who used manipulations to steal from people. They are called(419). In a bid to extort money I was brainwashed to go home and pack all…