Just a part – a poem

I am not a passerby Who, if not let in, will find a new destination I am not a splenetic Who will swing swords in retaliation My whole world is on fire But it is a treat ‘cause it shows me path To make my life complete I've been waiting and I will wait For … Continue reading Just a part – a poem


Walking Grave – a poem

  I felt no life, in this flesh, with this name. Never had a dream of a thing, like a dead never even wanted fame. I was a bag full of flesh and blood, like a walking grave, neither vicious nor ambitious, nor a desire and nothing to crave, I breathe, I fed, Till the … Continue reading Walking Grave – a poem