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 “