did the demons
chase away your light
luring with promises
obliteration in exchange
for your tortured soul
did the heavens
forsake you in need
leading you with merely hope
to navigate temptation
alone and vulnerable
the poem handwritten…
The schoolage kids out this way have just this week left of summer break. I mourn with them as it will mean the student parking lot across the street will be full again until 3pm everyday. Alas, alas!