by Patrice Clarkson | Feb 25, 2020 | Poetry
I have not seen anything I’ve looked and looked But nothing, nothing. My soul cries Hoping to hear a answer A answer for all these tears. My feet do walk the world over Treading, walking Walking to find sacred ground Where I can lie Lie next to things that...
by Patrice Clarkson | Nov 25, 2019 | Poetry
The world turns, it goes Then comes back around No breath is taken Except on its sacred ground. The future is hidden The past is the past Nothing now will forever Last. Turning slowly, turning fast The world is ours Hold on It’ll be a blast. ~ Patrice © Patrice...