Poetry

Seek

Home may be where the heart is, but I have yet to find my heart. And so I wander on and on in a frozen circle, not desiring fame or wealth or the one-night stand of any particular night with a beauty broken enough to want to submit to me – I speak, of course,… Continue reading Seek

Poetry

Black wHole

My tattered skin too worn to be angry. My splintered mind too arid to be sad. My weighted soul too heavy to emit light. My lowered, watery eyes too blurred for sight as every moment encircles a point of zest to never escape a crushing heart’s death. There is no savior. There is no fate… Continue reading Black wHole