Poems from Kiakimayou
A bottle.
There. It sits on its side, pointing its open lid at the brick wall.
Who put it there?
I pick it up. The smooth, transparent...
Death lies within the tomb of knowledge;
You seek beneath and receive the latter.
A fate few find in a tale too gruesome to accept.
Scars...
Life isn’t simple, as I’ve found to believe through the years. It has its ups and downs, as if you’re on a never-ending roller coaster. I’...