Thursday, 12 March 2020

Scars

Going up in smoke is the festival night,
Celebrating scarred memories and bewitching might,
Brutal and grotesque ritualistic flashbacks,
Horrific and nefarious playful attacks,
Pain and pleasure were two sides of the same moon,
So a broken beer bottle came as life's game-changing boon.

Has it rained on the gardens yet?

Has it rained on the gardens yet? Has the sky shed its tears out of yearnings for change Have the reins on fury been pulled Has the sin been...