Author: Graham Bany

Love and dying stroll hand in hand,Footsteps fading into sand.One a whisper, smooth and sweet,The different cold, but bittersweet. I cherished you once, in mild so fair,Beneath the sun, without a care.Now shadows stretch in which roses grew,Yet still, my coronary heart belongs to you. Death kindly knocked on your door.Nothing more, just took your…

I go a route I’m unfamiliar with,  through dense forests with chilly winds. The trees lean in and murmur, whispering softly,  yet they are not seen. The moon is hidden deep behind a haze,  and the once-bright stars have lost their position. No connected thread, no map, no guide, merely the unspoken words’ echoes. My…

A voice in my ear, a whisper of anxiety, Calm but unrelenting, stoking my anxiety. It threads itself through my mind like a dark thread, transforming my anxieties into fearsome beasts. My heart beats too quickly and frantically,  trapped in a future that is too similar to the past. In my thoughts, a thousand “what-ifs”…

And Peyton spoke asking,  “Speak to us on overthinking”  And I answered saying  When the world pulls away in the calm of the night,  my mind turns into a restless ocean,  with every wave representing a query and every ripple representing a doubt.  I construct towers of speculation and imagined anxieties one after the other,…