“Untitled” By Arman Sheffey Trapped behind a shroud of fading smiles. One false move from cracking and shattering to pieces. Fumbling for the darkness in a world of light… dying to feel something… Something true. Something real. Something of...
Wind blows back tears and stands at the gates to say “NO!” Clouds roll Leaves rustle The October breeze mourns with the trees and cries out a reply to the echoing, “Why?” It just is. Ripped from Hope by the greedy claws of despair. No more...
Yesterday I was reminded of the pain of great loss. During these times, when people close to me suffer, I remember the loss of my grandmother, who was like a second mother to me when my father and mother divorced. She really filled in that gap for me. I know many if...
