Poems from Robert ritchie
Emotionless through the nights
I thought I had a grip
It's dark through the days
Needing to Bleed It Out
And put myself together again...
Don't waste your tears... one day they may be all you have left...
Circumstance may be the direct reflection of your purpose or your purpose maybe the direct reflection of your circumstance.... which...
My sorrow lays unclad
as he dissipates like a breeze
never to be felt and
never to be seen
too many he never existed
kindly felt by the...
One's lunacy is another's gravity...