In sadness I fly
on what could be,
what should be.

In madness I try
to find vic’try,
make his’try.

In gladness I cry
I’m empty,
can’t touch me.

And then I break down.

*image credit: spokenwizdom.wordpress.com

21 thoughts

  1. Beautiful photo Jessica. Is it yours? I’m sure you were there. I would love to see before I die. Keep writing. Love your prose/poetry!!!

  2. Terri, you got me. I had been meaning to put up the photo credit. No, I didn’t take it. I wish! I’m hoping to make it to Europe in the near future, so maybe I *will* see some places like this… I’m glad you like what I write. Thank you so very much for reading and commenting! It means so much to me. :)

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