Sometimes my grief looks like this;with great sobbing gasps that rise and fall, silent tears then, screams of apology. “I’m…
A Haiku
Vultures soar above,Hungry black kites of the skyDiving to eat death.
Our forgotten elders…
Look at meNo longerWith youth in agreement,This body in debateWith its gradual decline.
Goodbye is never easy
Like the time my aunt died,
For the dying luxury is nothing. The titles, achievements, possessions, all turn to nothing, and the only valuable possession is life…