Only to be free.

I feel my past behind me, clawing at my spine

   but when I turn to face my foe, I see a narrow line

I do not

By Your Bedside

Daylight slips in through half opened curtains,
revealing shadows that play across my face:
those mirrored

Suffering..

My wife got sick,

Four years ago,

It was her brain that got attacked,

and my soul pains for her.

She can't make

I stay for the kids, I say cause I'm broke

around my finger is the promise, no joke.

I took it serious as so many do, did