Chris's Blog (3)

FEARSOME STORM Deep within this colorless valley floats a fog of indecision. Days and nights roll into one never ending nothingness. Misery falls down like sheets of rain. Its chill permeates the depths. Mountain heights loom down upon this empty soul. At the summit, barring passage, waits a black and angry tempest. There is safety in this pale valley, were time is the only enemy. What lies over the top? An oasis of colorful happiness? Perhaps not a new beginning, but a sheer drop into hell. Cl… Continue

FEATHERED HEART Hot upon my shoulders, red and gold flash. Like Icarus on wing, I’m afraid of the warm down of this feathered heart in flight. Far behind these walls, of my own invention, I will not suffer captivity within a labyrinth of love. Overcome by sublime feelings, my heart wants to soar. Open the window. Watch, this winnowed heart take flight. Continue

FATHERS AND SONS Drowning in the past of New Years resolutions. Cleaning up the verbal vomit hurled darts that pierce the soul. Cage the drunk, but what remains? A father's poisoned words. The addictive beast denied, replaced by other monsters. Countless sober New Years and still a price is paid. Years of patient waiting for you to realize, you are not your father's son. Continue