Our future is shaky and it's sketchy
The world is dying piece by piece...
Comparing Brexit
to a Winter flurry caused...
The sad poet
He rises from his bed, sad memories from the past...
Weeks of uncertainties
promises become more unreal...
I haven't felt this close
to an anxiety attack in months...
It's the thoughts of following others
that get mixed within thickets of closed...
why the boo hoo? (haiku)
life made you a clown...
How disconnected are
we all from each other...
The happiness within us is often shown the door
We wallow in misery and keep looking for more...
R ings aloud, so abrupt, it interrupts - the...
O ff to my bed, heat the pan and beat the egg...
A piece of orange hair stitched into his scalp
he must have forgotten to wear them goggles...
The fireworks in the background are still popping...
Perhaps it could be gunshots...