Oh this longing for the morrow,This queer sorrowThat only the future can alleviate!Onward,onward looking Like a mad mad spinning wheel.The gift of the present never enough,The cloud of the past ever too close.Thirsty for more and better,Can’t stay in placeNor look over my shoulder.Is it fleeing, this fluttering race,Tottering to the unknown?Is it escaping,this foolish dreaming And … Continue reading Longing
My bones, their poetry marrow Are packed with sorrow And yet they feel hollow. Everything’s shallow. Feelings account to zero. I would like to be a hero, Write, leave a trace for morrow. I am but a delusional crow. The world I know Only through my window Which is far too narrow. I thought my … Continue reading A Poet?