by Patrice Clarkson | Oct 22, 2019 | My Musings, Poetry
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 –...
by Patrice Clarkson | Jan 7, 2014 | Poetry
Coldness creeps deep inside Seeping in, no way to stop No way to hide. The pain, the icy freeze Creeps and seeps Ruthless in so deep. Cuts through warmth Leaving stark cold blind To any kindness, feeling Harboured there inside. Coldness creeps, seeps inside Freezing...
