Bleeding feet.
Boot-soles torn in jagged stripes...
Logic is a crystal warrior
Brave face sculpted bright as a glacier...
"He said he loves the rain...
But he always wants an umbrella when it rains...
A prevailing calm
As the brush combs through the waves...
A sole drop of rain
Bleeds into the dry pavement...
Racism is terrifying
Consumed by hatred and scorn...
Standing I stood on the cliff
looking out across the sea...
The suns beams rose of the empty field
And shone through the morning fog...
The sound of a clock ticking on the wall
reminds me that time is slipping away...
dark as a shadow
moving in the night...
Three steps back..
I have followed my path stubbornly, hoping for the...
My mother
didn't have a word...