When Was The Day?
When was the day? When was the day when I started to care, about the grass stains on my clothes? And when was the day I started to cringe, At the mud marks on...
Category: The Body (Poems)
The Death of Living
Shadows on the wall, Fill the spaces you left behind. Echoes in my heartbeat, A thud for every tear. Each breath becomes a step, A step between me, And the space I last saw...
The Girl Who Cried For The Wolf
My Mission: The world’s getting pretty dark. It feels as if history continues to repeat itself. I felt helpless for a while, unable to do anything but watch as the world continued burning itself...