Do you still call me a house?


Do you still call me a house ?  I sure resemble like one. I have the foundation and I have the shape. I surely stand up strong and straight. Yet, something is still missing. Is it the roof ? Oh yes, its destroyed. Is it the walls ? Indeed, they are hollow. How about the … Continue reading Do you still call me a house?

The Voodoo Doll of Loneliness


It follows me everywhere, Through the day and night. Its devlish smirks all over the air, Triggering an anxiety and a ghastly fright.   It never ceases to overwhelm, It never ceases to stand down. Even the smallest moments of elation, Are ripped apart and yes I begin to drown.   Forgive me oh dear … Continue reading The Voodoo Doll of Loneliness