I walk the dark streets, with unreleased relief from the heat. Pressure surrounds me with silent pain underneath, impecunious reality so I must beseech. Hope standing before me, yet to far to reach. Can't understand my demise, yet everyday I still must rise and breathe. And so again indeed I must try, and try and try and try. Until I succeed.
Selected poems from previous & forthcoming collections together with Q&R apps on each page to enable audio rendition simultaneously with the written text
This collection of poetry addresses the nature of time, reflections on the natural world, the difficulty of loss,
contemporary social issues and gratitude for life.
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Very moving and intensely worded. They say "try and try until you die." Only the dead stop trying, so live on...
Cynthia
Edwin
Be always safe,
Karen