One has to live lifeYes, it's ugly, to only survivebut all and each one must, for we cannot make homesof our pains, our sorrowsand must as the days go byget by with them ourselves, whether quick, or whether inthat petty pace...of tomorrowand tomorrow and tomorrow ©
Tag: Macbeth
Damned Spot
There is no balm for a soul at unrest No stopping the hushed heart's sad refrainsFor who will listen to the lonely hearted, pray tell Who rescue one from their own selves?There's no one, no one... There is no one when all's done and saidno perfumes of Arabia to make me forget ©
The Thought
Should I clasp Your outstretched hands from worlds above, my earthly sorrow to cease - or will You deny me another gift hence, (having thwarted your first), saying, I deserve the grief? What heat is this, my present state - all discomfort, all despair, no zest for life, no faith in fate, where ‘fair is… Continue reading The Thought
At Sea
“I am in blood, stepped in so far, that should I wade no more- returning were as tedious as go o’er…” - William Shakespeare’s, Macbeth. Yet, there is a part of me that wants to stop. To give in to the waters and become a stone-cold statue at the bottom of the ocean, but the… Continue reading At Sea