There was once a time when the poetry I wrote possessed much feeling. Now when I write them, the feelings only bleed out, rather than erupt like a geyser. I rarely feel the “chills” I usually get when listening to my favorite songs, nor do…
“I have given up all for her happiness. My wealth, my reputation, my dreams, my future, my mind… and then, my heart. She goes on alone, not even bothering to stop for love. Not even bothering to stop to aid the lone leaf upon the…
My personal disposition for waiting, has become a tiresome one. I recoil at the task, itself. And why is this? It is because I have waited too long, for something to arrive. My beloved. Too long have we been apart, and now she is far,…
