• Poetry

    Papa’s Field

      Tonight, I’m a little girl again. On a reverie to the days my soul was free, And my feet danced carefree To the rhythm of the wind; I find myself in Papa’s field Chasing sunshine with glee, Chasing blightsomely When the sky loses its glow And heavy downpour threatens my gaiety Outside my window, tonight, The sky wears a frown, Unnerving the zeal of starlights; The heavens weep sore on my ceiling, Pouring hard like the waterfalls that cascaded Down my glands three moonlights back Tonight, I should be toasting to misery again Like every other night these downpours Unlock the ocean in my glands But my soul is…