Figment

If we say nothing

and pretend

that we do not see

would our conscious

agree

that we should persuade

our morals to believe

it was just a figment

a broken piece

of fear and pain

dragging

her broken batterd body

from the shadows

of a filthy ally

into

the crying rain

Because Angels Are In White…

The poem is on Doctors who were heroes to us in the time of Covid-19

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.