Poem: Just Be Held

When you can’t find yourself Can’t seem to make sense of why Can’t hold on to things you could have Can’t fall into the space you had Can’t rest from the streets you knew so well Can’t find a place to call your own Run into my arms Be held in my bosom Hear every... Continue Reading →


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 →

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