Inner pain
Bleeding wounds and scars...
Here you are, with your mind at peace
Figuring out what you're ought to be...
Sonnet 19
Across the sacred heath I step and walk...
Although the sky
had rejected her...
The vastness of the mind
I took a ride on a neuron at the junction called...
Human behaviour crossed the harrowed path
No kindness...
Sonnet 18
At a desk I sought my aim blest and curst...
A secret
Thus it fell...
Let us reason together?
Oh sweet society, so much good, bad, and piety...
The irony of society
A law was penned and framed and set...
*** This is a poem that recycles bits and pieces...
All my life I’ve tried so hard to become a happy...
Sonnet 17
A darkness does not subsist, as a light...