Poetry – Page 59 – in parentheses

just chill and lol about it – Poem by J.Gawrych

She sees him, across the indistinguishable throng

Helen

Returning to the city who keeps so many of my memories

And you’ll remember old graves sat beside new flowers when that boy took a swing at…

There is a little boy of ten screaming and wailing at the doors of death

Author’s note: This is an attempt at documenting silent musings oft-ignored. Please consume responsibly. Click here…

It came to me sunday as I was climbing the stairs

And she sits there and takes the bumps and the shakes as they come, part of…

And to the brave girl who writes a wrinkle on a moist page: ‘where is eternity?’…