Poems from wilnick the poet
Will it find me
old, cold, dead and long gone
I talk about the future
The one you promised before I was born
To the childhood mucus of my...
Broken and cracked within,
a lion’s heart
Memories filled with ulcers
Humbled in a saint’s image
No more kisses
No more smiles
Only...
They bought me one last summer
It came early as the rising sun
I was a young lamb that couldn't touch
For its face was the beauty of the...
From the millions of the stars in the sky
My eyes were devoted to only your sight
It was the glamour of your touch
That jolted my heart...
The whistle blew so loud in the dark
The young womb had grown so old
A strong light unfolded the path
The whispers raced so close to my...