“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
That Last Night
A night of moonlight, gently it gleams, passing glass panes, and onto the floor.
I sit alone reflecting, thoughts of melancholy aching
…
Tears & Blood
I lashed out, enraged at the passion,
that same passion, whose refusal now shunned,
just to laugh at my cold heart in silence,
…
