The Black River There are no dreamers left on the banks of the black riverOnly sandy footprints that lead me to the water's edgeThere in the dusk reflection of the river's surfaceI see my mother, my father, my brother, and my dearest friendsI am reminded....There is nothing in this life you cherish, that darkness will not takeBetter to drown in your dreams with those you loveThan to be alone once you awake
One More Drink "You want to get a drink?"Six words. Six little words casually spoken by an innocent man without any idea of their implications."You want to get a drink?"It was only a reunion with an old friend; it was not supposed to become a battlefield. One moment I'm strolling down the street chatting light-heartedly with a mate from school, the next my world is threatening to crash down around me."You want to get a drink?"To him it may mean nothing but a simple boy's night out, but to me it means much, much more."You want to get a drink?"Anxiety, depression, obsession, not caring what I did, who I hurt, how much I lost as long it got me a
The Reality of Salt You came back to me last night, A smile in the right place but eyes all wrong. Sadness hung there now. A stretched body beside me, sheets creasedCool. Calm. Caressing. No contact was made, never needed, Your breath whispered against my neckYour chest rose and fell.Harmonious heartbeat. You caught the single tear I gave, Trailing a snail kiss across bereft skin, You rubbed a finger across my lips, I could taste bittersweet and knew.Tonight,You were not a dream.
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