Hearing All The Noises

Hearing all the noises Bashing in my head No time to see the goodness Only misery, loneliness and dread. Honestly don’t know What became of my lighthearted soul Mired down in stress Burdened with things as dark as coal. No one will help me out No one really...

When Memories Are Created

When memories are created And souls felt Nothings’ forsaken For a journey been taken That’ll lead to a place Filled with nothing but Love, love. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017