by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 18, 2020 | Look Back Friday, Poetry
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 15, 2016 | Poetry
I find my heart cold In charge of no life Making no sound Finding no life. Lonely of course Hardened and cruel Seeking no justice A master I’m sure That is such a fool. Sudden I hear A kindness roar Blood pulsing inside Like opening a door. For my heart is alive...