Looking through

Looking through these bars

of your own disign

wishfull thinking

your only crime

with sadness

are these steps you take

through the ruins

of your past mistakes

a skeletal grasp

your only line

away from the chaos

of your paranoid mind

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.