MicropoetryPoemPoems

New Page

relieving my heart 
of all its pangs
my mind
of all its burden
my body
of all its aches
rolling them
into the back of
beyond
building my tent
in the now
where the ghosts
of old wrongs
and woes
abide not

Related Articles

One Comment

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Back to top button