During the hour men slept When deep darkness occurred At the times when many wailed and many cried At a time when life got tiresome and many wouldn't dream a dream At a time, when war was enough and diseases beat hard on men On a day when complaints was a menu Filled with the... Continue Reading →

Poem: Last Night, Chronicles Of An Alcoholic (A, B, C)

This is what happens, when poetry connects two writers from different parts of the world. Enjoy!!! My name is Chronicle, I am an alcoholic, My heart whispers the words, My mouth shuts them out, Many beds and bottles later, Different men, I stand here, Looking at my life, My children see a mother I see... Continue Reading →

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