In The Throws of Indecision
The crying ,
Is self pity.
To cleanse ,
the soul.....
Ultimately ,
Alone,
Lost.
Leaving behind
A husk ,
a hollow shell......
Darkness ,
should it fulfil,
Swallows you up!
Giajl © Jim Love ver2
Extract from the diaries of "Jock Love A Soldier & A Poet : Redundant Thoughts : Show me the Money ".