As A Sinner

My love my dear, how can I express the level of my joy here under duress? Sad it is my theme that permeates it seems most times a smile doesn’t fit. The haunt the stir, my soul calls a cry. Though I try speak lips now I can’t pry. I shall now pursue only but…

A Rapid Pulse

Your memory’s quite a companion. With time they’ve turned phantom. It is a treasonous thought I abandon those feelings I felt I won’t feel them. A decade passed since I was betrayed, emotionally I almost found a grave. My pulse runs rapid now I’m scathed. Thinking things where I was enslaved. I ponder whether I…