i wear your spell on
my rosy face,
it’s one mask i can’t slip
the only wick
still lit..
of all the midnight
vigils i keep,
for all strings to the
past my shears
can’t clip.
Lone Vigil
i wear your spell on
my rosy face,
it’s one mask i can’t slip
the only wick
still lit..
of all the midnight
vigils i keep,
for all strings to the
past my shears
can’t clip.
I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
