A Poet’s Shadow

Verses are better than shadows, They don’t leave the poet when darkness looms…

Claimed By The Storm

Standing at a crossroad, trying to figure out where to go. Jumbled up thoughts but still a blank stare. Curbing a noise within me that wants to escape out as a shriek. I am shouting on the inside, asking for help but out comes a whisper that nobody hears. I stretch my hand out to…