Ishaisms, Poetry

CONCRETE RUINS

Past Standing on the concrete ruins of me, all stability giving way beneath my feet; I see a shadow of someone I used to know, I see a shadow before the setting halo - Does it see me, or look the other way? Are there things left unsaid that it wants to say? I'm pulled… Continue reading CONCRETE RUINS

Ishaisms, Poetry

Dilemma

We've all got our reasons to stay in hell struggling to see past the iron bars we create to chain the spirit; cursed under our own spell, victims of a farce, victims of a fate... Dilemma must give way not to doubt but decisions... What you are is what you choose. There's a heaven that… Continue reading Dilemma