In Pursuit Of The Sonnet
I cannot write a sonnet; it's too hard
To put such barriers around my brain
And thus I find my efforts often marred
Although I rephrase again and again... more »
What if this were my final chance to say goodbye?
Awake one morning to find myself a fugitive,
Feeling bad because this is the end.
Would the words give you piece of mind? Small... more »
The Night Of The Soul
Dark outside, dark inside,
Got to wonder 'have I died? '
Can't sleep, can't think,
Can't rationalise a thing,... more »