I actually do very little poetry, I'm always concerned with how people may react, looking back at some of my poems I find them intolerable when they lack good lexical analogies, or they just don't have the glow of deeper meaning I hoped they would. |
Strolling one evening, once in the month of may
I came across, to my surprise, a black lake lined...
Pain is...
Listening to your parents...
Screaming, the child alone
Dead the mother's heart, tears...
So alien,
So hard to understand, the hand...
Love
how can it be described...