Posted on January 1, 2021 3 Comments
my lines are barren of wordsno one pays attention anymore I walk away to try and healchange those emotional bandagesstop the bloody hurtwhen my lyrics are finally gone so will I like a blank page…emptydeath poetic is where these sonnets will live onfor stanzas from the grave bare the richest fruitit’s then you see how poison being […]
Posted on August 13, 2020 2 Comments
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in a human situation. – Graham Greene
