October 3, 2018
Why
Does my sad mind belie my life
In such a way like that of flames?
For
The side of mine that cries I try
With much in vain to flick away
Though
Inside it hides, alive in spite
The hutch that reins it far from day
YOU ARE READING
Ajar
PoetryA daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech
