I was waiting for the sun they said it would heal they wrote it on prescription pads over and over again so i dreamt of the sun, i, a cynic prayed for the light i wrote many poems hoping to coax her out of her hiding when like a queen striding out to meet her... Continue Reading →
the unfeeling
I thought I was better ‘til I put my fingers to the fire saw them burn but did not feel a thing -numb Featured Image: original art by Mamello Mosiana Similar Posts: decay – vapour -energy
decay
of depression
