The thread
A poem a day, a painting in three...
My darkest days gives pain
A simple yet dying days...
Faceless spectres stand in silent accusation
as cloying darkness compresses light into void...
I won't let time claim a win
And be the enemy...
It's not the same as it was before.
It can never go back to the way it was before...
PRAISE HIM!!!
Praise HIM!!! because HE's Remarkable...
Orson Welles,
a man...
Sometimes frustration
Is hard to ignore...
how comely were
your naked breasts...
There was a time when neighbours spoke,
with smiles and fun and laughs and jokes...
On the day where the sun was blazing hot
A woman laid in a bed, who, for her life fought...
When life gives you a door that's locked
Just stand back and try to knock...