by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 3, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
Anger oozes thru my bones Frustrating cries Amongst the moans. No one knows the course I take Be it bleak Or forsake all around Who try to help. Nothing works I am I feel, the one in hell Who Will surely melt. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 26, 2018 | Poetry
Terrible times do occur Marching lines, men’s faces obscure No more joy, lightly skipping breeze Heartache, morse pretty bleak. Then the sun shines oh so bright Lighting the way both day and night No more tears, sadness blame All is well once again. ~ Patrice ©...