by Patrice Clarkson | Apr 6, 2017 | Poetry
Cold, dark with swampy damp Crusty mould moves over sodden land No one speaks nor do they roar Injustice reigns Gentle loving is no more. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson – 2017
by Patrice Clarkson | Sep 11, 2012 | Poetry
My simple, sad refrain Stills the aching heart Inflamed with injustice Done to those that steal Souls of sadness Make them real In songs of gladness Marked in time of destiny Out of rhyme. No thought is given No time demands We come to heaven When...