A ghost of a chance

A ghost of a chance

Mismatched socks caught in my eyes, They remind me of your quiet lies. Into the lost and found they hide, Like us, misplaced and left aside. I wonder if you'll…
The Unseen

The Unseen

There are things no eyes can see, yet they consume the most of me. Lleno de luz, my soul, my muse You are the flame the night once knew, and…

blood

prelude blood, invisible ink seeping through the pages of my life story trickling profusely – from invisible wounds, some inflicted recently, some from long ago but still remain  invisible wounds…

Faith in Faithlessness: A Poem

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