Her knees crammed to her chest, as she begins to rock.

A rather disturbing incident.

Prose about death really, and the affects it has on those you leave behind.

A voice of Broken Heart.

This is my World War one Poem hope you enjoy it.

A poem about supporting your child as they grow up.

It is better to be proactive judging the future than to be inactive now and reactive after events happen.

Love poem.

Worldly status is no guarantee for eternal life.Our self righteousness tends to mask our actual spiritual identity which is exposed only at the end of Time.

A disturbing poem of a dream I once had.