by: Imrogue She succumbed to the roughest touc… over and over again... She was aware, but remained still.… overwhelmed with repulsion...

walls expand between us— cobwebs of misery entrap us—

The “Weeping Willow” tree— in Spring, I’d like to see! Its name may sound so sad, Somehow, it makes me glad! Swaying gracefully on its frame

You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch

Sitting on the rock, Continued his pleading croaks. Princess, where are you?

Someone loomed from nowhere— A better glimpse failed her— Her breath was heavy between anticipation and trepidation—

Lost in my deep, sweet reverie, beautiful voice singing a song... accompanied

Looking for answers— Same questions, always asked— In the darkness

Valued golds on display... Holding your scepter as you sway. Declared synopsis of the game... Devalued pawns, for you...they are… In your throne of deceit,

Tonight, through my window, a glimpse of your silvery light dawned upon the grassy fill of this earth. Your quaintness

Patiently awaits The upward dancing motion Uniting us one To dance around for a while Imbed in crevice later

Along the dark alleys, Through their constant lies. Among bigots and hypocrites. Knives on his back as they spit On the ground he bellowed from the…

The rich, brown, chocolate feasts my eyes... The sweet delicious aroma lingers in the air... Melted creamy

Abominable as it had been Accountable to the nature’s befalling tragedy... All lost and gained... love, joy and peace.

Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…