The boy who gets five years
Is the one addicted to drugs...
Vulnerability has left me
Unnerved and palpably...
Between these lines, we come to write,
we shall not judge, the black and white...
A Woman's face withers
upon a morning sun...
My ink runs slow, my mind subdued
So many words, are misconstrued...
Left behind by migration
I could only...
Wasted
Are the lives of the innocent through...
Rain drops are tears
Overflowing with messages...
I write of peace in darkness
making friends with demons...
Here we are
standing on the...
I see beauty,
in this land...
Silvery tangles frame
a face spun with spider threads...