Look at peopleThey’re terribly fragileTheir heads, if you look closelySway on their stalks for necks as they walkBut inside…
A Poem
Looking for a friend
A tree
stands tall
I wish I would take the opportunities as they come,
Solitude is a double-edged sword.Enough opens portals to imaginings.Too much leads to loneliness and despair.Writers balance on…
If I possessedenough empty walls,I would hang themfull of stark,white canvases,
“the private landscapes of sorrow.”
Seeing a future that does not exist.Dead child. Lost mother. Empty cradle.Loveless heart. Soul minus zero. No companion…