I am the tree the forest forgotNeither flowering nor fruitingForever failing and forlornNever reaching heavenwardBut stunted standingSuffocating in shadow and in sadness I am the…
The pretentious prattlings of a piss poor poet
Tag: fear
Colours run through my mind Lights, shapes, memories Are all I have now Of a once complete consciousness Stability no longer exists Since she came…
He sits square-framed and lies to me With words of hatred and deceit. He speaks of honesty and truth As if they were unwanted foreigners…
