Pessimism (Book One)

"Ian." Mother's sweet voice called out to me. "Ian?" She called again. I opened my eyes. I could hear the warming sound of her voice. I knew she wasn't there. It was all just a hallucination. She died a long time ago, or at least that's what I was told. The ones I held so dear, we're slowly, but surely drifting from m...

Memories of a Broken Heart

"Another night, a passerby and a glass of yesterday. My mind is shy, my heart is dry; I've drank the glass, I won't be here today." ~ Glass of Yester ~ My poem