Poetry Drafts / 23 April 2019

a fistful of ugly

and there I was - thinking I could not go wrong again; but life waved its ugly hand: gloveless /// a two finger salute; a fist-full of ugly ?¿? no longer in pursuit of my made-up dreams, the keeper of doors laughing; shut in face - in disgrace; my mirror cracked, and so my story ends.

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.