poetry

the nightsalwaysstill the nights mornings , afternoons and evenings can be held; fragile though, like the morning dew on a

in other news:we are COVID-19post surgeryand displaced within our own homeswe reek of decaysour dreams fester on early mornings the

i meet individuals everyday who are struggling with much and there is the innate is the fear of trusting a

i was thrown out of my  house todaymy heart closed its doors on me~d

the nights always the nights… the certainty goes first then the faith in love hours turn to dust waiting falls