Thin skin

It is

when we allow

the broken voices

that whisper

inside our head

to grow twisted roots

under our thin skin

of common sense

that slowly strangles

our sense of pride

of being

what we try to hide

forever chained

behind a mask

where our tears reflect

our childrens pain

for not being

what we claim

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.