I am enoughDoes everythingThat need I doDoubt without and withinRemains and yet changes-me-Changes yet and remainsWithin and without doubtDo I need that?Everything does,Enough am I? OctPoWriMo 22 Day 5
When the night is black like pitch, With darkness creeping close; Staining everything it touches, Draining your joy and life Until emptiness is all that remains Remember always A tiny spark a forest fire will alight Its warmth and light... Continue Reading →
I am not a poet I am an idiot Simply writing down While I frown Thoughts in my brain Which steadily drain From within my soul On this paper to pool
Am I really a poet? Or merely writing down The wonderings of a meandering mind, That twists and turns And hops and skips Like a stone skimmed over water? Or is this what a poet is – One who... Continue Reading →