My Scars Revealed

My Scars Revealed

The razor blade bites deep

spelling out my anguish

life affirming blood bleeds

These words etched upon my skin

DEAD, HATE, BLAME, PAIN, LOST

Hatred all consuming

Pain is the air I breathe

Blame fills my heart

Death reaches for my soul

Lost forever in darkness

My words are forever etched

now on paper alone

exposed for all the world to read

My skin expresses despair

but paper is finally setting me free

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.