Day: September 27, 2015

Messy Room: poem

Messy room. Dim Night. Hours late. Moonlight. Chai. Hardly touched. Hours past, Pouring. Never a poet. I tried. Lacking confidence, I failed. I cannot capture in word. Or picture. Even the essence of this feeling.   They speak of accession. A New World. They speak of deception. The Old World.   […]