Evanescent : A poem

Stairs descend downClimbing can be toughEclipse from my soulA canvas blank and rough I hold my wounded heartIn hands made of goldI ask my mind not to startNightmares written so old Memories made, then buriedHistory is once more madeSadness can’t be hurriedIn wars, we are afraid Ink spilled on blank facesDeceit wait to be seenMen […]

Evanescent : A poem

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s