by Patrice Clarkson | Jul 21, 2016 | Poetry
I don’t know What the heart doesn’t care Buried in messed up I sip from a cracked, broken cup Tears run My heart weeps For the love, the mystery That wasn’t mine To keep. ~ Patrice © Patrice Clarkson...
by Patrice Clarkson | Dec 10, 2015 | Poetry
Suffering through the darkness of day Seeing light in the lightest night All is mixed, messed up Nothing seems sane no one talks words That make any sense All are inaudible really insane. Still I go on Not knowing why, hoping to meet Someone who has answers Who cry...