If grief has a mask,then I am its wearer,It is the plate I eat from,The fork I used to place in my mouth,Grief is the food I intake,and excrete,The battles I choose to fight,Grief is the running tap that is my eyes,The mouth that morphs birds songsand that which I call poetry,Grief are the walls […]

Some days I get suspended into relapse,The sadness overthrows me,Like that of a kingdom being overthrown by its enemy,For days its as though blank ink floods out of my mouth,My insides laid on the table,A feast cooked in the darkest of vacuums,All my limbs exhausted,Noone can observe,Only my eyes tell the truth,and even then,I am […]