Publishing an unknown, unremembered draft to re-vitalise my dearthful creativity. Or rather sharing of said creativity; Dragged back to this hellhole, no hope for life, no light, fizzling, sizzling smiles that belie hardened minds, no hearts that present all that is fine, all withered, all cried, all die.
Tag: Poem
It gets harder each and every day…
.. I feel hollow. Even as I turn to silent prayer. I know this ain't healthy, to live in a fetid shit heap. I find myself finding old scraps I keep, emotions kept dormant. I'm stuck at a crossroad unsure of where to follow. For my guide has let himself die. Since reborn in near-distant [...]
Mariam Kauser 