Self-Sufficiency

The balloons, pink and joyous,   Fly aloft as the furry breeze fondles, The scratchy string tied around the finger, Pulls them down and keeps them tethered. The red light signals and the cars creak, And the bony body in the traffic jam, Squeezes between the...

I Stand on the Border

All my strengths, Shoveled and hurled, Into the pit, deep and dark, To enervate and eradicate, Because I stand on the border, And nameless I stand there. All my wits, Muffled and dimmed, And are never allowed To sparkle and gleam,  At the centre, wide and...