Let it out

Howl it out. . .until it ebbs into darkness again.

Honored.  I drink your words like wine.

One can be robbed, but the continuation of the larceny is determined by the victim. Cry out into the night, then let your daylight lead the way to peace of mind. The past can not be changed but the future does not need to dwell there. I shall be here, hoping you find the silence.

The pain is perfectly penned here.

Thank you so much.  Your words give me peace

As Poets...we must keep howling...thanks to Mr Ginsberg.
Cheers K...Harry

Catharsis.  The air is thick with pain