Lament of Woe

You are as recognisable to me as the scent of thyme, she said
I slept on her words

I am tired but I will not accept defeat, she said
I weaved a blanket of her words

But…

Inked

3 October: Saints Not Saints

Read these words,please… past these words… of poet Misky … experience a journey into the light… darkness is not always what we think/fear is.