Dead Wood
2023-11-26
Much like the pauseBetween the lines of a poemMuch like the thoughtless stepsOf a woman in the kitchenThe deadwood of a dayFloats by, unmourned. Whom did i love todayWhom did i annihilateIn whose fathomless sorrowDid my drowning oars sob,The deadwood of a dayFloats by, unmourned. Whose hearth is ashen todayWhoseContinue Reading

















