Poems from climbviolethills
in memory of robin williams
oh, heaviness.
weights on your back,
no where to spring,
no where to hide,
reminded of what you lack.
the...
i see a tale rarely told
of the one whose life dips into tense silence
at such an early age so that the tension seems
loving and warm so...
the bitterness is burning
watch it tear through their souls like an ever present madness
slip into their consciousness like a
faucet that...