Poems from Mary R.
Important people going important places,
with brief cases, stilettos, suits and skirts
masks, all of them,
But you buy it, don’t you?
From...
stopstopstop right there.
I’ve heard enough,
don’t try,
go home.
I have enough damp shrouds of...
darkness stains the pages,
when dreams bleed through my fists
and my heart ceases to beat
there can be no light at the end of this,
not...
I’m sorry, dear
so sorry,
for what you’ve lost
for what you’ve seen
for what’s been broken.
Love comes at a cost,
and you have paid too...
Words march across the page
endlessendlessendlessstream of circular creativity
madness? or art...