absurdity (Remove filter)
The Walking Wounded
This very heart that is mine will forever remain undefinable to me
To express such a thing resembles water slipping through my fingers,
Forever you will remain a stranger to my true soul;
Were you to trace the entire relief of my heart with your finger, you still, would not know me anymore
I am a stranger to myself and to the world
You embody the essential passion of a man’s desire ...
Sunday 24th March 2024 11:29 am
Recent Comments
John Coopey on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
8 hours ago
Yanma Hidayah on Not Every Eye
9 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Not Every Eye
11 hours ago
Holden Moncrieff on Better Sight...
12 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on 'What can writers and poets possibly do in the age of Trump, Farage and Starmer?'
13 hours ago
Mike McPeek on Civilities
13 hours ago
Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh on EVEN THE OLIVES ARE BLEEDING
14 hours ago
John Marks on EVEN THE OLIVES ARE BLEEDING
15 hours ago
Hélène on Better Sight...
15 hours ago
Hélène on I SHAN’T ALWAYS BE LOVELY
15 hours ago