a poem ‘Weep, little boy’

Weep a lonely song little boy.
Weep long and quietly. … More a poem ‘Weep, little boy’

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Refugee Man

Where is my home? The world tells me the places and feelings that are my home.   They tell me my home is the house in the land I grew up in and there I should stay. Do they know that house is now a pile of broken walls and shattered windows that bury my … More Refugee Man

sick…

 Being sick, as I am right now, always reminds me how special it is to feel great. It makes me long for how good it feels to be fine. I don’t realise how special it is to be alright when I am alright. It’s only when things suck do I truly remember how thankful I … More sick…