A poem.

This was written I suppose when my anger was taking hold of my sadness; the trials and tribulations of a broken heart. I won’t pretend… I’m getting mad now even reading this once again; do I dare pretend someone is reading?

Dreaming of a love I have yet to find.

A revised version of The boy Who cried Wolf.

By B. Wegman.

Sonnet.

…

Trippy stuff. Speaks the truth.
None of this is real…

Poem.

My short parody of the C.S. Lewis story The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe.