Tortured Muse

Darkness overcomes me
A great tiredness overwhelms me
My spirit must rise

Half A Century
No One Is Immortal Here
So Much Time Wasted

Walking in the Woods
Bow Hunting is in Progress
Me In My Deer Suit

Empty shells all bleached
Scattered amongst sandy dunes
Nothing begets nothingness

Quiet Solitude
Creeps into the morning dew
Always me alone