Poems from Tiff-Taff
Sometimes, I do imagine what the world could be:
so much kinder, unexpected, and not a shadow
of grey to dissuade my steps and me.
But now...
I
strive
to
strike,
to
fan
the
flames
of
life.
But,
they
are
difficult
to
hold
inside.
A
yearning
is
what
takes
body's
toll.
It
is...
My mind is blank,
a white and decadent pink.
The mind is what opens up thoughts,
the ones that dictate choice and soul.
But when no...
Slow and steady, a strive.
A rhythm that will amplify.
Pulling the mind under its allure,
encompassing it with mighty grandeur.
A stroke...
Shimmering beyond shivering,
silence quakes none.
Remains of a golden day’s lingering,
breathe with her suffocating lung.
Radiant day...