Category: Poetry

Self doubt…It’s a cruel bitch. She sneaks in and strangles me.Sucking whatever is good from me.She leaves me a shell of a person.Quivering in my

Yellow and blue White and green Colors fading Flowers wilting The water Once fresh and clean Now stinks of rot and decay Gone is the

Before the dawn, it was just us. Me and the Man in moon. Together we wait. We wait for the sun to greet the day.

There’s a storm rolling in. It’s threatening my sunrise. An angry growl echoes around me, warning me to seek cover. I don’t listen. Instead… I

I wish I could capture the beauty that I see, the colors and lights, the flowers and the trees. I wish I could share the

Fallen angel Do not cry Your wings will mend You’ll once again fly So dry your tears Look to the skies The strength you seek