Poetry

Normal Death

As a new day dawns, and old one dies. Yet no one weeps, no one cries. Death has become normal, then again when was it not. The act of causing death, though was never natural, and yet we as a human race have made it normal. In our world where we pride ourselves on being… Read More Normal Death

Poetry

Tick, Tock

Time Time to go Time to stay Time is always, getting away Time is like water, it slips through your fingers Yet you can contain it briefly, like a memory Time is precious and yet can be the enemy It rushes, when you wish for it to wait And waits, when you want it to… Read More Tick, Tock