A lost enamour, A broadly lit claustrophobic core, It's 2.a.m. or may be it's already four. I search the supporting arms for succour. But all I find is the cold stony floor---- Cut into pieces with the tears I bore, The whites now sanguine with the bloody skin I tore; The woundes---all festered and sore; … Continue reading ENAMOUR



    A darkened room, Or perhaps your life's doom. A bleak face, a provoked sadness, Desolate, in despair and distress. An occasional broken tear,    Trying to relinquish all the fear.  A misunderstood purpose, The world claims reality and you are in a hiatus.  A general indifference, Your words--all dismissed as nonsense.  Immature are … Continue reading SINS AND FLOWERS