Driving past the many houses, I know that everyone is home. Some of them are sick or dying, others very much alone. Walking through the
Category: Poems
When night falls and the world slumbers You call me with your bitter whispers. My dreams fill my soul with their dreaded demons, And you
By: Nadia Lamoreux You wish to take away the arts, Pull the relationship of school and students apart. Poets would be ashamed, Musicians would be
I looked at the pathology report and thought: Oh God! The result was not expected yet was there. I searched for any words that may
