Him

Rhythmic curves display a woman.Her silent cries, lay, last words spoken…. To him Sightless lies, dressed up as truth.Imprisoned by his prisoned youth Yet she waits….. For him Seething at the brim,Running from her own skin,Betrayed again and...

Spring: A Poem

Warm sunshine, Green grass, Flowers bloom, Bees buzz, Birds sing, Kids play. But not me. Life dances, The party having started. I was the invisible, The wallflower. Could I witness? Sure.  Participate? Not a chance Fate’s invitation did not include me. So I...