Intense thoughts, like active beings, come and go. Haunt us then flee, leaving ajar the door

Category: fikira

Scars

When you lose something strongSomething you held dearThe Scar cuts deepSometimes more than you can bear © Bonyo Buogha 2009

Arms Open Wide

She’s a user, an abuserLooks used and abusedBeaten and beatBlack sunken eyesLips swollenBroken ribsPalm slitsThere’s no telling how far she’ll…

She Got Me

She got my thoughts distorted, contortedgot me flying highlike a kite gliding the gentle East Windthe float so soothingmy mind…