• dirtydray 6w


    Hidden, where only I can go,
    Amidst the maddness allowed to flow,
    loosely I write as a release,
    often in vein the pain,
    I struggle to cease,
    a lifetime of disfunction
    buried deep within,
    scars from the hell
    from which I have been.

    Daily I work to lift the veil,
    awakening ghosts left to dwell,
    from the darkness arises fight,
    veil now fully lifted
    a glimmer of light.

    ┬ędirtydray - Darrell Watkins