I spoke aloud, I spoke with an aim,
I spoke and spoke, but all stayed the same,
My voice was not heard, some called it lame,
My voice won’t be heard, it was far from my aim. Continue reading “Writing Made me Alive”
Writing Made me Alive
A Stranger, A Minute Later
Being right here, I remember,
Seemed familiar, this corner,
Why was it so, I wonder,
Was then, it made me ponder. Continue reading “A Stranger, A Minute Later”
Journey to forgiveness
Stormy gloomy day,
in a corner I lay,
thinking of what to say,
thoughts were nothing but grey.
