Finding the strength

My Prime of Youth is But a Frost of Cares

Analysing poetry live from the vacuous space of desolation. Sponsored in part by The Emptiness ™️

Lost my sense of smell, taste and will to live altogether.

Sinking to a new depth of emptiness

Finding the strength

From nasty ex bosses, turbulent domestic situations and draining environments.

New Tears Eve

Embrace the funerals to come

Thought is the Thief of Joy

Have your thoughts tried to kill you? No-Knowledge November worked for me and it might work for you.