Is where we come from, where we are.
It’s called the Mother.
Is what we shout, what we want to be.
It’s called the Father
Is what we sail with, where we look to
It’s called the… Continue reading
I toss and turn over and over again
All the dull aches suddenly pronounced
I close my eyes willing the pain away
But soon I reach for the night switch
The clock says one fifty am
It’s eerily quiet outside… Continue reading