Yesteryears are certainly
Over but, you need to...
Panting, sweating, terrified.
Running, crawling, hiding...
Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...
Bottom Of The Well...
Do you have a date which you always dread
It's not marked on the calendar but just in your...
Your words, a frozen picture in the dark leaves my...
Your smile, once a bed of welcome in a chaotic...
I have an old desk, ever since I was ten
It was a present from my mum, as well as a pen...
What looks like a hole
is but a well...
i don’t believe in happy ending;
i saw despair in your eyes...
Metal shavings swiftly spread;
burning flames of blue-white shed...
I know that now
I should pretend to search for...
Dig deep. The quiet
days are still there...