Abandoned

In its mother's womb
A babe did grow
Birthed on moonless night
In the cold cold snow...

Dragged in sight
hidden as depth the colour cries
a curse in the flesh
a disguise...

As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·...

The razors edge sharp and cold
My hands tremble and i fold Applying pressure sure to break
...

Avid interest prevails
for this "news junky" to get affix -
hence kudos for journalists,...

Life is full of uncertainties.
From no where I met an angel,
But for our fate we cannot tell...

I knew you were trouble from the start
But I decided to listen to my heart
All the warning...

Tis beyond the depth and scope
of this electronic post,
and author, what triggers deliverance...

My life is built on the way a parasite flies
how a city says that I am condemned
I tried to...

As I watch the candle in my room
Lick the air with its soft flame
I think of our life, as it...

In BrokenTown it was one day,
I came across a spindly lass,
whose once clear eyes were...

A child at night should be tucked up snugly in their bed
However in some countries they wonder the...

I lay in bed,
thinking about what you said.
you come across my mind,
leaving me crying...

Living is constructively packed.
not all scars physical.
emotions yet psychological.
...

Sometimes fall hard.
comments not heard.
sensitive enthusiasm,
crash trust.

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