The scowl of the skies— the black and churning clouds like vultures rounding me. The howl of the crowds, their dark and burning eyes with, “Guilty!” hounding me. The depths of grief I know, like swords thrust to the hilt. The plea upon my lips— a shattered cry of guilt. And still the deadly […]Read more "Forgiven"
I thought that I was finished—I was wrong. A Headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day. Classes never ended, a week that lasted long— Waiting eagerly to eat and drink and play. A headache night, a little sleep, a hurried day Became my accepted practice all the time. Waiting eagerly to eat and drink […]Read more "A Pantoum"