Poems from Keyofspade

For such blunders, my merry spirit, or what’s left of it, grew distraught. I find myself all the more weary as if rocks were stacked...
The move was unanticipated but brutal The punch that you recieved from Life Obliterates you to the core Always thinking it won't be me But...
I am from stalks of rice plants wallowing in the rural plains From long distance roads leading the little me home for dinner and killer...
Vision haze, Time slipping Mind resting Knowing, knowing The ponderer sleeps Without a word or peep keeping mind of dues Keeping mind of...
For such blunders, my merry spirit, or what’s left of it, grew distraught. I find myself all the more weary as if rocks were stacked...