Yet another morning
Followed by a starry night
Why am I seeing darkness
And not a single trace of light?
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:31 AM UTC
Who'd believe those eyes?
One made from alabaster
Whose mind is gullible?
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 8:30 AM UTC
What were once soft knocks
Became demanding voices
Yearning to come in
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 7:13 AM UTC
Porcelain shatters
beneath my bare feet I see
a face long ago broken.
Feb 8, 2021
Feb 8, 2021 at 7:07 AM UTC