Poetry Drafts / 19 May 2016

NO FLOWERS BLOOMING

Father, father
The snow is falling
I’m cold
No flowers blooming
In the dark
You’re warm I hope
Not alone
Purgatory’s bliss

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.