Category: Maybe Poetry

The Cold and the pain

The Cold and the Pain

The Cold and the Pain A wind doth blows, on this dreary evening. As pain ripples through, the mind is numb. It is involved in an endless search. Love? perhaps? the mind knows not....

Just Never Stop

Just Never Stop

When all of life’s vision is in tatters, When everything ends in nothing but failures, When nothing seems to go right and all is for naught, When it seems like people exist just to...