My poems
Poetry is like a magic bridge that connects heart and mind, imagination and reality, individual and collective.
July 2016
When you bend someone long enough
They break
Like flowers
Like hearts
Like I
March 2016
I keep waiting
Locked in a prison
Raped by burning waves
That cook my brain and
Separate me from myself
No way out
Nowhere to hide
Facing torture
I keep waiting
for light
for hope
for the solution
I keep waiting
But there is no way
Only darkness
Torture and I
March 2016
Saturday, July 23 2016, 04:36