Fall
I fell once more,at your feet, forlorn,with no hope, no aim,no joy, no voice to proclaim. Like a pilgrim astray,lost in the mist and the scythe’s … Continue reading Fall
I fell once more,at your feet, forlorn,with no hope, no aim,no joy, no voice to proclaim. Like a pilgrim astray,lost in the mist and the scythe’s … Continue reading Fall
Lives.
Empty, lost,
deserted, unknown…
Vacuous, weary,
swollen, full,
brave, Continue reading “Lives”