A Poet?

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?

Harvest

🍁 It’s harvest time Time to pluck the dreams That have ripened in my mind. 🍎 My mind’s an orchard Bearing ideas and ideals Bitter sweet fruits arisen From the fertile soil Of my childish fantasies cemetery. Oh these fantasies Whose slow decay Now nurtures wild reveries! Reveries unanchored, although born On the same same … Continue reading Harvest