Life, Well Lived, Will Weep

My eyes still filled with unshed tears, I face the path where darkness crept Before me, taking everything I once held dear and stripping from Me joy’s frail wings. Death stalks after. Stillness follows All of Life’s unceasing chatter; If I win still I shall lose. Life’s failures are but little deaths That slink before. … Continue reading Life, Well Lived, Will Weep