When I listen to bad news, I feel depressed,
And sometimes I wonder why I get so stressed –

Memories of love.. .and how they end…

It was always out of our control.

Children are so lovely.

He hears strange voices in his head
Wherein exist the evil forms….

The idea for this horror poem came to me while standing in the rain waiting for the city bus to arrive. It took me all day to write.

A poem about going home.

Love, pain.

Poetry – panic attack.

A poem about emotional abuse.