Poetry: Escape

  [photo: The Phantoms of the Forest by Casoni Ibolya-Iby]   With my young heart, I loved purely and innocently, I gave yet I was inadequate for he left. Soon another one grew but was abruptly cut as a bud, it didn’t blossom. The cycle repeated. The leaves changed colors for how many times – I could not remember as my frail heart weakened to beat. Oh desolation! This emptiness when will it leave? I grew weary and prayed for this misery’s end. Until now, in here surrounded by earth, I pushed this limpid glass over me as I screamed Read More …