The curse

Some child of 5 ,
an apple of an eye,
on the road, calling mamma's name,
tears are gone, she's been living a torn life,
and then she finds heaven,
on her way through the pink dust,
she is on a high,
she is now 18,
and belongs to every one,
where are You momma,
she calls in the nights
as she sells herself ,
the curse of hunger

stumble

Ice
I fell on ice
I felt the blades enter my flesh, icicles below the roof
I bled, profuse, i watched the snow turn red
It reflected a face, yours and mine
In happier times
when I would watch you smile
watch you fade over the road homeward
i stumble even now
as we speak in memories
like i used to on the beauty of your presence
I still await your coming