Animosity strikes like lightningas childhood memories flash like an old flickering filmA stark reminder, burdened by towering expectationsWhich lay heavy upon small shoulders Middle child syndromea doll without a voice Tiptoeing through minefieldsof emotional mortars Where the wrong look or wordSets off a fiery explosion Yet the scars and traumaRemain hidden from sight A generational ...

one look is all we needto see the depth of someone’s greedthe chains to which they bide their timethat ensnared their souls to the ground below look at you now with your Midas touch.that color that surrounds youonce shown so brightbut it’s faded over the years is this what’s important to you?this thing you call ...