ALONE The word I thought  I never dreaded hearing  Alone. Alone. Alone. As no one simply heard me Or believe my story The look on their faces  The whispers behind my back The stopping of talk  When I entered the room The nonchalant use of…

Poke poke Stick and stones Shake shake My still shoulder Pull pull Hair, clothes But I stir not To live is to move To not is to cease Diseased Sickly sweet odor Rotting flesh My flesh is perfect My skin flawless Not white, but alright….

You were every child’s dream Mine as well Your golden mane and hazel eyes Still feature in my perfect dreams Yet in a moment as cursed as it could be I traded you in for an extra hour of sleep. I know the hands that…

My palms are too soft Too white. Eighteen years into life Yet they are like a newborn child’s, Devoid of any callouses No marks, no creases Save the life line and such. Haven’t I toiled? Am I a stranger to life’s pain? I know I…

When the world comes crashing down You know where I’ll be, We’ll have Irish scones And wash it down with some tea. How would you like your scones, my love- Jam? Clotted cream? I hope the tea isn’t too hot, my love I hope it…

The day looks bleak More bleak days to come. Dear me! How sad are times! Don’t let the bleak sadness Drag you under. Don’t flounder. Don’t be afraid to blunder Do not fear the thunder It is the lighting that kills and burns And turns…

One million chances to try to make it right To my shame, the results the same I cried another night.