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...
Out of body
I see myself float...
You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...
Although the sky
had rejected her...
yesterday as I was watching the numbers of people...
I was thinking how much I love the numbers...
The vastness of the mind
I took a ride on a neuron at the junction called...
Human behaviour crossed the harrowed path
No kindness...
spiritual dreamers set the imagination on fire
searching scripture for answers...
Day and night time just passes by,
Pets age and the clouds move on to another land...
Sonnet 18
At a desk I sought my aim blest and curst...