My desires have changed over the years
they are nothing like what they were year or 10 ago
hell, they aren’t even anything like yesterday —
yesterday, I wanted a gorgeous black & white home I saw on my walk
the day before I desired literary fame
a year ago I was desperate for…
Poetry
Patchy sky
pregnant clouds
trees so silent
I could scream aloud
static trees holding their breath
waning daylight
it smelled of death
permeating darkness
no stars in sight
a night so lonely
I shook in fright
crippled with dread
I let out a cry
perhaps he heard me
for he let out a sigh
‘open your eyes’, he whispered to me
‘I was just hiding’, the…
Of times bygone
House with a yellow façade
you look too perfect to be true
the sedate streets
dotted alongside with
lavender and heather
give little glimpse into
what you once stood for
perchance you yearn
for the bygone?
For a chapter from history books
that speak of your erstwhile masters
and of a timeworn era…
