It always seems hard a task out of hand To keep spirits high our moods in command With the passing of time webs are twisted thick Secrets are revealed we learn weakness quick Using what we find we paint the world black To defend our pride we go on attack Our senses are sharp imagining … Continue reading “If Only” a poem
“Citrus Blood” a poem
Citrus blood runs down greedy fingers
“Wax-eared”, a poem
I go forward wax-eared to siren cries
