At the State Psychiatric Hospital admin May 17, 2019 0 Colors steer him To a murky sea Frigid Waves –enraged monsters– Breach over black rocks. Few rhymes left. Music gone. Voice smothered. Eyes stare Crystal like. “His name is David. . . Hopeless,” I’m told. Post navigation Previous: IntracranialNext: Two Doctors Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website
