The Old Man II

For him, the world passes by like a snake poisonous and full of anger.The eyes were so tired of all it saw and could not heal or help.Hope was the drive for most of his time.Now he sits and stares at the tree that gave him peace.Am I alive or just going by like aContinue reading “The Old Man II”

The Cry Of Mother

The ocean is singing the sorrow of the world in the nightWhen is the pain going to ease down and settle usIs there more than the plaster we put on it with the liesMother forgive us for being selfish and not caring aboutI stand and watch the fish die and wash ashore My eyes runContinue reading “The Cry Of Mother”