Poems from A sparrow among pidgeons
Depression sits alone in a darkened room,
He knows not time, nor sun, nor moon,
He does not move, he does not speak,
His tongue is heavy,...
Why compare thee to a summer's day?
No good could ever come of it;
Yours is a beauty that drives men to slay,
And Aphrodite to throw a...
He is a boy who will never give smiles,
Save those for the blood on bathroom tiles,
A pallid gaunt face with stars in its eyes,
Leaving...