far from hope

stayed on the river bank

all day long until dusk

but not even a bit

on the fishing rod

there is this waiting game

that leaves alot of loss, as a trail of no hope

looking beyond the edge of the hieght

for a ray of light

ears are blocked by the thudding of the heart

mere fear, for the future is bleak

working oneself to the bone

curving deep into the heart's core

for answers of actions long history

nothing tangible achieved

hope is lost, feeling damned

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.