Early Works - Delusion

A light through the passing darkness breaks the empty black that surrounds. A fleeting seconds brightness that flourishes for a while then dies as it began in the black. Thorns sharp, piercing, protecting, attacking hands soft warm caressing bleed to the touch pain penetrating deep to this soul. Life hard, bitter, unhappy long foreboding time unending non existent a train without reason human being, cold, hard, cruel, sympathetic and understanding. My life empty without passion sad without reason to be unloved but only in thoughts caring, unprotected someone falling from this deep and blackness of hell. Date unknown (Late 1960’ early 1970s)