Posted on September 2, 2016September 2, 2016 / Poetry Burdens Crimes of the mourning, Fearing inevitable pity, A tiresome burden of weighted conscience, Envying the infinite egotism of the slain, In dirt’s serenity and the stillness of Earth, Ne’er to rise again.[....] Read More00 Tweet Share
Posted on March 20, 2016 / Micropoetry Cursed Befouled a most wicked one, So, cursed beyond comprehension. Live jinxed, of life never done, With no hope of ascension. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share