Let the ceiling fan spin you tonight, my friends, you don’t need to be anywhere. Go lie on a cool, hard floor, my friends, feel gravity hold you down. Together, we’ve come through dark days, my friends, there are darker…
Poems about the dark times.
Let the ceiling fan spin you tonight, my friends, you don’t need to be anywhere. Go lie on a cool, hard floor, my friends, feel gravity hold you down. Together, we’ve come through dark days, my friends, there are darker…
Our worries are nothing comparedto those stranded miles from home,to those who are already hungry,to those who are sick and alone.Last night, you dreamt we both left you,I dreamt my father was gone—in the flat across the back alley,a girl…
The night before the lockdown, my sister called to say our cousin had told her: Go see your father soon, he is not keeping well at all.We both knew I could not go, and that night I dreamed I was…