FEET DON’T FAIL ME NOW

    “The weight of the world steadily increases on the shoulder,
    Loneliness and sorrow torments the mind as a black void takes up permanent residence in the soul…..”

Okay, that’s some pretty dark and heavy sh*t. Ah! You wondering why I have suddenly taken up macabre poetry right, well a near brush with death would do that to you. I know, a normal person would be singing hymns but y’all know Zibah is anything but normal. Continue reading