The corpse quickly ends
my childhood days.
A fog of maybes wrapped in strangers
Empty tables
Guilty questions
A perfect mask buys comfort,
only for a short while.
musings on daily life
The corpse quickly ends
my childhood days.
A fog of maybes wrapped in strangers
Empty tables
Guilty questions
A perfect mask buys comfort,
only for a short while.
I love your poetry! I like how it’s not overstated. You hit it on the head. Love your site and miss you! I have a card to send you and was looking you up.
Thanks Nicky! I miss you too. Let’s catch up soon!