To all fellow poets, I wish you well and hope you will always be able to write your worries and woes away. |
Every day
I visit her...
My Black Dress
In the far corner of my closet...
My heart is like a velvet glove
That seeks the hand of thee...
Goodbye Papa
As you lie there...
I keep to myself mostly
Lost inside this maze...
Her love slowly died
as he smirked with cruel delight...
Autumn gales play with
reeds along the riverbank...
Watch the old boy drool.
His house stacked with candy, yet...
Watching grains of sand
as they slip through my fingers...
All that was once sacred
Destroyed...