A poem simply sounds the bell, of that which words could never tell.

WISH


My heart is a wish
In the palm of my hand,
Stained,
With pain and sorrow
Slipping through
Like grains of sand,
Dreaming of tomorrow,

TAKING STEPS


I climbed imaginary steps
For a higher view,
And found me
Looking down on you,
So I kicked them away,
And the rope around my neck,
Broke my fall.