The chicory steam from the coffeemaker suffuses Sunday afternoonloneliness with a ghost of this morning,bitter vapor lapping the…
A deep frustration:nothing seems to work for me.Despair…dam my past!
What Happened?
I can only stand so much deaththat tearing out of the throat of the universehanding organs over…
Settle time on its drunken axisthen swing it awayfrom me
Sentiments of violence
Sunset, an explosion of colour,
a crimson tide of melting amber
‘The Quest for Peace’ is a poem about Depression. I hope that we all find peace in the…
When I was drowning in a mire of shame,It did hurt.But it was meant to.When I was lurching in the dark of my…