There’s nothing there
In these pages
Just stories which
Help me breathe
It’s colours and dreams
Which help me bloom
Mayflowers
It’s rain song which brings
Back the Breeze from afar
There’s nothing there
Still everything
#soulwords#amwriting
Where’s the noise when
I need it the most
The unread book
The incomplete poem
The journal in which I tried
To find myself
The poem like a prayer
Lost somewhere
#soulwords#amwriting
We never wore green
mams fault
Green is for grief
She'd say
So we avoided anything green
From childhood to adulthood
I visited her in the nursing home
she wore a lime green top
Thought you wouldn't wear green I said as its bad luck
What a load of rubbish she replied
#soulwords
#Soulwords
for him
every poem was a prayer
not to the gods
who never listened
or the prideful angels
but to the humble men
made of everything
but pride
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