Numb
When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with…
The Warrior of Poetry: The Poetry archive
The Poetic Warrior Returns to his Poetry after Illness Welcome One, Welcome All
When the feelings gone how can one hurt or hate. When the light is hidden the truth can’t be found, we remain as the mole in his sightless realm, with…
I stand no more time in the running, for I am a soul of compassion courage and kindness, in an unseen way before the ghost I will become travels with…