Symphony

Still I feel a symphony of agony, though the blind see it not; consumed by self-serving inter- pretations and cheshire duality, a moment not taken to vivisect nascent dubeity for the benefit; ensconsed in backstabbing morality, mercurial quicksand, planting seeds in a wasteland, only to witness the struggle; honesty would bear fruit consentiently, yet theContinue reading “Symphony”

Caged

She’s the fade of the smile when they turn away She’s the burn in the red, puffy eyes She’s the space between heartbeats Not living nor dead She’s the pause at the end of the sighs She’s the track that remains from the path of a tear She’s the nod to the voices unheard She’sContinue reading “Caged”