Beneath the heavens

Love froze in my heart by the dormant mother imposed. The body lies still beneath the cold Winter’s snows. Silence exposed, silence erodes, secrets whisper cry dark sorrows. So somber my soul, so empty my heart, watery orbs streams my harrows. Who lays at the grave, who avoids all fear. Underneath the cold baron earth

Numb

Lockdown got me feeling no feeling. Numb, empty, unseen, unheard. So lonely, so alone, so on my own. Every day is a chore to pass the day. Nobody got time to listen to what I say. Lockdown has me feeling no feeling. So lifeless, so still, so quite. Lockdown got me numb and dark inside.

The Dark Whispers

Abustle with dark whispers stirs beneath the mask and shell. For murmurs of the shadow side sweeps the rushing crimson veins well. Desires adrift endlessly between the essence of wicked thoughts and angels shining treasures. Least not surrender to Hades hold of submerging tide and drowning pleasures. Hear the Divine messenger who calls towards the

At night

Every night I sleep alone and every day I live with an empty space in my heart. Emotionally I have been abandoned by my husband which is very confusing, vague and hard to understand. The emotional distance between us has increased to the point that our love is lacking an essential intimacy — the tenderness