Bewildered at life I look at myself When shall I cross This moment despair Hate fills my body Wretched design No fuel to continue Empty on air This passage I ponder Shall it bring light? Or darkness of mind Hollow I drift My conscious betrays me Ode to the night For glory I’m sure Will ...

Sunshine blinds and the skies are sparkling blue. Don’tbe fooled: it’s frigid. Photo courtesy of Mohamed Hassan from Pixabay.

White walls book cases   stone cold angel faces   book spines calfskin   moonlight bedim.   Faux fur- garments   bent page- parchment   cold floor- marble   closed door- startled.   Perked ears on walls, mask the downfall.   Speak less, hear more.   Stop the folklore.   Poison my tea- full glass, ...