poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
There is an unboxing of womanOne that thought that the work was done,Thought the attempts at putting mud into the evergrowing holes was enough,Was enough to stop the screaming skin ,The writhing beast in my heart, had not served its time,She remained, whilst I purged from my eyes I prayed over her, had holy water […]
Blossoms ink the sky as if water colourMy eyes in all their red and earth observe the display of intricacies the clouds makeHow they milk into one another forming shakes, creamy topped with cherries,Candyfloss drapes the evening as sunset dawn’sThe sun in its graceful dance towards the moonHow they sing to one another, day in, […]
This is a tragedyI am on a rollercoaster , whilst I have handed my eyes to another,My hands encased in his.Or am I grabbing in desperation?Like a child to a Parent,I can’t tell which Deck of cards im playing with,He tells me to wash my eyes , look again,But I have seen both sides,I have […]