by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 6, 2017 | Poetry
Hearing all the noises Bashing in my head No time to see the goodness Only misery, loneliness and dread. Honestly don’t know What became of my lighthearted soul Mired down in stress Burdened with things as dark as coal. No one will help me out No one really...
by Patrice Clarkson | Mar 10, 2015 | My Musings, Poetry
Honestly I don’t know where to be Honestly The path is winding way beyond me Do I follow it? Do I turn the other way Seek the horizon there across the bay? Honestly Can you tell me? Sometimes I don’t know what to say Or just how I’ll find my...