I am merely a black silhouette in the room. Something plagued by the dreaded psychosis. I am a burnt-out shell of my summery youthful self. These days every moment has a wintry hallucination – flurries of racing thoughts rage in the lacerating gales...

Let the storm within outRaging internallyManifests woundsCreates painWhen you are doneCome lay your headListen to my steady heartDo not feel lost and aloneI will guide youLook for the lightIn the infernal darknessLet the tears flowCascading in rivulets on meI...

A Sonnet of Aged DesireI would lie bare before thine eyes so bright,Bathed full in Phoebus’ unforgiving beam,That thou might’st mark how Time hath wrought his blight:Creased flesh, wan’d sinew, spots where youth did gleam.Yet under this decaying mortal...