balance – Juan A Archive

Black Fog

I’m blind to the black fog within,yet I am entirely enslaved to it. My balance lies in the bright world without,carefully chosen and pruned to perfection,but only to perception. Reality strikes, and I am left frozenby the cold world that housesmy soul, shriveled, unopened.

A man’s world

A boy trying to be a man,to protect, and do everything he can.Never certain, fear grips him.“Is this the way? Who do I turn to?Who do I ask for advice?”Still he tries, to put emotions on ice,to teach, to write, work, and play nice.A boy in a man’s world.Mistakes, misguidance, obstinance, fear. A boy inContinue reading “A man’s world”