Something strong pulls me to you
something else, also strong
pushes me away from you
and somehow, neither of them
prevails
and I exist unfinished as I am
torturing both you and myself
Love Dies and Other Poems
Love Dies…
If I Could…
A Small Blade of Grass in the Field…
We Have Been through So Much
Plain Madness
Neighbour
We Were, and Now We Are Not
An Old Testament Woman
Unfinished
If I Could…
A Small Blade of Grass in the Field…
We Have Been through So Much
Plain Madness
Neighbour
We Were, and Now We Are Not
An Old Testament Woman
Unfinished