Another day passes

Another day passes.

The world becomes a different place,

in a sense of not knowing reality

nor the truth of it all.

It unravels the harshness

of all that is unholy,

of all that is gracious,

and all that is deceitful.

The "wonderful" world was no longer

the reality of my dreams,

but in turn, the depression

that sunk into my soul

soiled any hope of the change

of the world in which

was paved in stinging sharp glass

and clouds of gray and black.

And I turned around, not knowing

anything else, but the desolate

places in my heart, and my world.

-LJ

5 May 2016