Poetry Completes Me

My sun refuses to rise at times And my moon sinks deep into the oblivion The stars shy off from their glimmer Paving way to this devouring darkness That sucks

The Loser

Today I come home, a failure Receiving the same empty stares of a loser My kids don’t jump on my lap anymore As they got tired of asking what I

The Corpse’s Grief

The rattling of the rattlesnakes in reels Harmonized with the howls of the hungry hyenas The creaking of the crickets in cold And the squawking of the squirming owls Destructed