Us
Hand in hand we walked, across the breadth of land, Across the oceans, and into the playground of God’s Hand, Where the stars and planets, mere dots, went past in a blur, And our thoughts seemed to happen before they
Living Dead
They walk the streets of every town, every city, A living tribute to the greatest human ability, To get hurt, and be unable to forgive or forget, To bide their time, counting the days, at every sunset. A miserable existence,
Quicksand
Though perfectly working, I cannot see a thing, For, your smile blocks every other sight, It has settled forever on my eyes, And doesn’t even step aside for the sunlight. It is long since I’ve hear a different thing, Every
Talking To Walls
I wake up and see one every morning, Because there is one on every wall adorning, They stare at me, those eyes of yours, always asking, Why I still make my peace with you every morning. They follow me to
First Light
You close your eyes to a brand new morning, For there is nothing new this one will bring, In solitary confinement, receiving the wages of sin, A constant buzzing in your ears is the only din. Back against a wall,