Written by: adam hollingsworth

The mind
All in all what a sight
For tonight we sleep alone for 
Sightless visions in/out lonely home
Speak quietly for the time has arrived to despair
Quarrels and hatred have found envy in the most scares.

Speak within to hold it to precious, precarious red gems, 
Not a sound, movement, or the tiniest sin.
Drawing a line for logical influence, 
Held still, and lost the failed air.
Ignore it and behold, 
Another reason
Lost to our