Cutting off these cursed wings is half the battle,Admitting defeat is the greatest shame,I can neither look,Neither cry…
I’ve got four white walls and a white ceiling. They are currently my closest friends. The ones I stare…
RE: Call For Submissions — Lonely Writers
People keep on joining caravan keeps on moving
Being a voice for the voiceless can sometimes be the loneliest journey
It’s a “fuck-you”kind of day — the type wherepeace and joyare absentand…
A poem about my dear friend, loneliness
It keeps me up at night, the loneliness