Micro-Poem
These poems are brief, but they burn. A single line, a sharp image, a moment that lingers. Micro-poems distil feeling to its purest form. No excess; just essence. The weight of a novel in a breath.
When a whisper says everything.
The Cold Chain
it gleamed silver in the muted air
Tearful Eyes
dulled my mind and left my soul despaired
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
Naïve Boy
I always believed life would be fair
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place
Veins of Corruption
feet dragged in the filth of apathy
When No One Saw and No One Heard
the soil soaked in my hurried hurt
Beaten and Broken
wrapped me in snug warm wool
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled