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: tired
So many fears Ripping me apart Voices in my head Driving me insane Pain Hitting me like rain Keep it inside Smile at distant faces…
I sit here in my room and look out across the street There is a light on in someone’s room Whose I’ll never know, someone…
Beneath a sky cast sapphire blue By a stand of lonely blue gum trees Some cattle gather shaded from incessant heat Still they stand, panting…