“Isolation Half remembered of my home and kites, Last night, with a lonely sense of fight Started again to rework my poor life Rejection Yielded with blossoms - No free blossoms Swift to the glare and noise to the town Boy, may your strength never die” LifeInspirationalDeathWorkSorrowChaosVulnerabilityIsolationAttachment Book:Comfortable in the Chaos Source: Comfortable in the Chaos
“A painful existence Leaving family as a custom And spending the rest of adult life Chasing hopelessly poor versions as a regret - Dating” LifeInspirationalPoetryHumourChaosVulnerability Author:Vincent Bozzino