A Reaction to “Time Does Not Bring Relief” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Time brings relief to the hopeful mind. The rain weeps tears that cleanse my soul And sea waves filled with laughter roll Echoing him, his laugh, his eyes. The snow that tumbles from the skies Is but a memory of his lips, Descending as a kiss that rips Through autumn leaves, through greying smoke, To… Continue reading A Reaction to “Time Does Not Bring Relief” by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Heartbroken

If the heart were a piece of fabric The mind could have worn, And if it were torn, There would be just a million pieces. Pieces that could patch up In a multicolour quilt, And wrap the dreams I built, Carefully, in its soft folds and creases. But that, the heart is not. It cannot… Continue reading Heartbroken