Watching as the day drags its light Like a caterpillar Across the small, dark room. Though even on the brightest days, Even when the day is at its pinnacle, The room is shrouded in shadow. Only … [Read more...]
Pain Poetry | Drown My Pain, Not My Spirit
Drown My Pain, Not My Spirit How odd how perverse that all which is missed the routine the humdrum the week's shopping list that I once called painfully, mind-numbingly dull seems now like a … [Read more...]
Pain Poetry | The Mask by ©Terry Haslett
The Mask | ©Terry Haslett I wear a mask when I go outside It’s so much easier for me to hide It is not a mask that you can see But it’s still there and protects me The mask I wear is a simple … [Read more...]