Trapped in a pit of despair, Where character is drawn with permanent ink. Words written with a deceptive voice. Self centered insecure choice. The board has been set in stone, Yet the pieces tend to change. There’s no clear motive, Black and white doesn’t sound the same. Vision has been blurred, Contemplating your own self…


Place my body near the Ocean. Watch as the tide drags it in. Shall I rise above the sea, Or drown deep into the abyss? We notice so little, Yet yearn for much more. Waiting to move, As the door close… There’s a boat ahead, Safety is on the horizon. Escaping from the RAW emotion….


A poem inspired by the work of a television film called “The Stand”.