I have no car
I have no guitar
I have no drums
Or rhythm or song
I have no money
To make my dreams come true
All I have are thoughts,
Words and prayers
And the constant beating
Of my heart
Category poetry
Your Mask
Dying Day
Raindrop
A drop of rain
Clings tentatively
In time’s brief moment
Until it cannot anymore
It’s grip is lost
Before falling
To the floor









