Terrible Are The Times

Terrible are the times Foresaken In front of me Married to the anguish Instilled, harboured Within my history. When it is vanquished Laid to rest Then and only then Will living really begin And loving be The best. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Hidden Deep

Hidden deep inside my life Is the secret to all I need to prosper, to survive. Still and silent I will wait For the answers coming Holding all before me. Catch them See them Before they dissipate. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...

Melancholy

    Melancholy raining, dripping down No obvious reason can be found Spreading cross the quiet landscape Resting briefly on a innocent face Then running down On tears of those lost, wandering round. Maybe someday a bright sun will shine Dark, foreboding...