Gun for a Tongue
The smoke still lingers on me From the barrel of your gun But it wasn’t this that shot me Just the malice of your tongue The licks of ammunition Trigger thoughts inside my head What brought about this apathy? Do you really want me dead? But your wrath is unrelenting And it pierces...
Waiting for the Sun to sleep
As I wait for the moon to rise I contemplate the starry skies Mournful reminders of birth and death Shining brightly until the last breath Amidst the dark blanket of night I am comforted by this sight The luminous skin lays peace to the earth Unable to cast shadows on a man’s worth Every day...