Rings to Grow

Stay strong, young elm, there are rings yet to grow The fire in your soul will tell you where to go. Just wait for the day, stand patiently by, Eventually your height takes you nearer the sky. From there you will see such expanse to behold That your thoughts will transcend, limitless, bold. Yet yourContinue reading “Rings to Grow”


I don’t understand, I don’t comprehend This ‘rest’ that you speak of My brain upends. Foreign tongues don’t make sense In blind repetition, Immersion’s what’s best For inspired recognition “Rest makes me vomit. Rest means I’m weak. Rest means I’m useless, Defenseless, obscene. To be futile is death No product to show For the endContinue reading ““Rest””