Her Cries

Her cries pierce the night like a bullet through the temple Except slower, more agonising Perhaps more like how a carving knife Fetches dinner from flesh - Slow, agonising. * Sleep interrupted, rage masking affection. “I love her - but I need sleep”, “I love her - but this is so inconvenient”, “I love her… Continue reading Her Cries


The Never-ending Reach

Patiently the blooms grow, Stretching tall towards the sun, The blue and yellow they will never know, Their desire never won.  * Still taller they reach, higher  And higher. They never cease, Strength and determination to admire. Their dreams they shall not release. * When cut down they are not deterred, Be it weather, insect,… Continue reading The Never-ending Reach