Like a freight train, Screaming by. Or a tornado, Whipping through. No pause, no harbor, little hope. How to reach the still waters? When chaos takes hold.
Relentless
Month: December 2021
Foreboding
A piece of the sky, So calm and so blue, evokes Blissful days, no fear. Dead fingers of cold, reaching - Tell old man winter is near.
Ravenous Creatures
A voracious woman fails to recognize when madness invades her life.