Sun and Light cause a Fall in their excess. Let go of the damage And Fall. Heal in the oncoming Shadows and chill; The cool balm that will soothe The burn. We are falling at the peak Of our exhaustion, When we peel off our clothes Before slumber. “The Fallen”; not broken or dead. They…
I have spent every waking moment Devouring hopes, dreams And fears. I have hunted them down, shredded and swallowed the pieces For hours, days… years. I hoard the carcasses and Suck on the bones: Their fading essence I savour. I keep them buried safe, Away from other beasts Also seeking their flavour. * Originally from…
I don’t know what I’m doing
But I can do anything,
There’s no such thing
As a weak link.
We all carry the potential,
We all carry the pain.
*I wrote this poem, and a good number of others, for a blog that I had in 2015-16. The blog was titled The Pagemaster. I took down The Pagemaster as I felt that it was becoming simply a poetry blog – which was never what I wanted.