Wasted Muscles
The sweet enriching darkness welcomesthe workers into the wet and warm vault.The…
Another Poetry Book
Days for me are numberedMore so, as am looking forward to deathSo…
…to see tomorrow
So through the ruggedness of lifeMoving uphillA slow but hard task indeedMoving…
Youths of the Third
Naked youths move this wayContempt for life written all over their facesReasoning…
My Pen Is Broken
Out from a depressed thought,Life has uttered much through my pen.Since the…
This End
I walk slowly, mind heavy with thought. The mines had been a waste…
Sickness
The pain, the confusion and feeble hope.
Cling to Life
You of fullnessAbound in worries about commons,Betrayed by the deeper elusive truth…