Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

despair (Remove filter)

Therapy

my chair continued to turn

even though I had left it

 

outside the window

new shoots appearing, what was

the point of notes on my desk

 

he showed me a corner creased photo of his daughter

 

I could see it in his eyes

the sun caught his crisis

he was going to steal the moon

Read and leave comments (0)

lifedespaircrisis

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message