I rest my pen now,but only for a few daysso I may reflectand also refill the inkthat is drained out completely
Betwixt the sighs of the twilight my soul in purgatory does lieweary, resigned, a captive breath, awaiting fate’s foreseen knellMy shadows dance a somber waltzI tread upon the Stygian faults,Dead dreams echo from the steeptheir whispers from the depths do creepA river dark, the Styx does flow, its waters churned with undertowI scan the bridge… Continue reading Purgatory
as I stood in the terrace humming songs at sunsetI found myself wishing I truly were a little bird so I could glide away and sing the songs I'd rather no one heard
I haven't video called him once as he undergoes treatment. When we speak, I ask him how well he is, how well the chemo has worked..and speak about my life. He asks me about work, about how I am.He asks me why I'm coughing if I do it even once. I inform him it's just… Continue reading Denial
Throwback to my first published poem
© Please don't judge me, English isn't my first language but it is the first language I fell madly, madly, madly in love with. This was my first published poem ever. I started writing poems as early as 7, but this was published at 8. #throwbackthursday?
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