Frontier
It is already late, but the night is still young, But my mind can’t go on, already high-strung, When the words begin to find the dawn, the day, I know that tonight, sleep has found its way. The morning brings
Broken Pencil
Fresh from nowhere, it came, baggage in hand, All I could do was gape, just letting it stand, Though invited, yet so unwelcome, it would never understand, While every passing second was encroaching upon its land. It looked me in