Thinking about those harsh words, unfair snarky comments it doesn't hurt anymore Then why can’t I forget the moment when it happened I can still feel the sting of the words as they land on my ears And tremble with fear as the words are hurled at me I wake drenched in sweat for I… Continue reading Forgetting

Widowed Souls

There is a piece of land between the railway tracks and the main road which takes me home. Its unkempt, stark and strewn with weeds. Although a pathway runs below the tracks leading to the other side of the road, the barrenness of this no man's land, meant that it was not used by pedestrians.… Continue reading Widowed Souls