Apr 2020
Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth ****** like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth ****** like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
