Writing

We’re tearing ourselves apart;

Every day this country has loss and darkness that follows us around as if a shadow, clinging to any sign of doubt.

White and Wonderful

 A hair dryer blasting my face as I go down the snowy s

                 Hidden

                 Locked

      Confined  in chains

I'm not a native Spanish speaker, nor am I fluent (I'm learning it in school), so this may be pretty rough.

Benedict, the bound jester,

Laughing in a world of chains,

Painted smiles, velvet nightmares,

Dancing just to hide the pain.

Bells are ringing, crowds are cheering,

But he hears a different sound,

It’s not the slashes through the timeline, 

Not the practiced cursive

Spelling out names

That we must all know.

It’s the blank in between