another bullet…

Another bullet passed through shattered dreams that even stuffed lions couldn’t stop the football will never be kicked around again. The birthday party favors will never cover the floor again. Yet another dream of better futures broken, tossed, crippled, and charred, no respect for life or livelihood the mere breath on cold windows of winter…

from an internal point of view.

Here, below, you will find  a poem I wrote a couple of days ago. It was inspired from a poetry prompt, which we will present below afterwards: Another coup de tête, prise de cornes, you never know when the screaming stops and when crying begins. you wish you knew, you’re not stuck no. it’s worse….

Une pensée par là, une pensée ici. Snippets of verse.

“Can I tell a secret?” He said.……..“I’ll never have you.”………“You’re too much for me. You’ll find someone else.” And that was that. (6 janvier 2021) Do you remember the first time we met? It was in the métro and you were not interested. But you know what I saw? The eyes. Those eyes. Oh those…