Poetry Blogs (Shadowing)
prince hall on How I'm Dealing With Terminal Cancer (5 hours ago)
squirming with words,
reeling with words
sore with myself.
so sore with myself
a world of regret,
this absence of you.
O! I wish I could turn words into wishes.
O! I wish my days would fall into line
my eyes could rise for you
without the slightest disguise
Evening is so heavy, the rain has been & gone,
Friday 22nd November 2019 5:34 pm