The poet.

Today, from the darkest confines of my room, I write the thoughts that pour from my muddled brain. They form words, but do not flow in ordered patterns, nor make sense to the world that […]


No one asks (Poem)

No one asks about whom you write, what turned to darkness from the light, the aching heart, in turmoil found, emotions scattered on the ground, encrusted feelings as jewels set, dreams lost, hopes not yet […]