
He took from his brother, a tiny train, because his coveted it
He took from his girlfriend, her innocence, uncontrolled lust
I can’t imagine what it must be like to be in constant pain, to feel as though you are trapped in a never-ending storm, but I read Wendi’s incredible poem and it gave me an insight…….
via the storm
Those lovely folk over at Spillwords have very kindly published another one of my poems today and I can’t thank them enough! If you’re a poet or a writer of short stories don’t be afraid to submit your work to them as they’re a great bunch of people and they won’t bite ;O) Anyway, if you get a couple of minutes I hope that you’ll wander over there and read it.