Where paradise was flung: A poem 

This crest and ripple, this tipple  with which I drench, like staple  every day; turns my nerves within without  A hidden inside screaming shout  Even paradise became a dirty four-letter word  that unsavoury all throughout was heard  Could God rue that all was lost?  This eternity forgone, and such a cost!  And these arms couldn’tContinue reading “Where paradise was flung: A poem “

The hatchet never buries: A poem 

You, who have despoiled my paradise,  cursed my locks like lice  I am sleepless by your treachery  It obsesses my brains like debauchery  I walk the streets precariously, lest rage  break my spirit, rip my veins  In exile, I find hope’s refuge  The thirsty foliage is my concierge  Yet, I make grace my wage  andContinue reading “The hatchet never buries: A poem “

God knows whom to blight: A poem 

The roses in a brave soul  do not wither from the cold  The coal of the horizon is gold  for the selfless to behold  Though evil marks boundaries,  scales walls, builds foundries  The battles are far from over  Destiny doesn’t run for cover  If defeat comes with duty,  stoicism be fortitude’s beauty  Let not shackles bindContinue reading “God knows whom to blight: A poem “