Broken Windows

Broken windowsinside thy soulto say the wordsthy ears spent waiting forI say not to those fancies. I can’t fathom thysmiling facelaughter of thy might lordbut thy heart says there ain’t oneSilver ices-shall prick thy windowEmpty streets, stormy nightsmad escapades, daggers thrownthy window shall crash. the pieces of thybroken windowI shan’t treasurethe sight of mere pleasureContinue reading “Broken Windows”

.Little visions.

Visions small, confined by my four white walls, my vision is smallbut I hope to see it all. Homeless people by the streets,all they are asking is for some shelter and wheat. Dying people asking for hospital beds,and a “No!” tears their family to shreds. Many times, I used to walk by,feeling life was suchContinue reading “.Little visions.”