We Have No Choice But To Comply.
That wasn’t how the day was supposed to end…
Try as I might, I just can’t see the beauty.
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
The ache which seems will never go away, one day shall flee like so much cloud and mist.
Feelings are foreign to me; at least feelings over which I don’t have some sort of control.
So, it’s another day where my poetry fails to flow, but instead of retreating to the handy haiku, I’ve decided … More