Poetry Collection #2: “Untitled #1”, “Move Over Sisyphus” and “Mom”

Untitled #1 A thousand miles divided us when you said “You’re my sunshine”, but I’m no sun; I am the cold, distant moon. It is only because of you, my incandescent star, That I, too, can gleam Move Over Sisyphus Tired, Unduly ragged From nights of debauchery Fueled by the bottles of liquor, Made by… Continue reading Poetry Collection #2: “Untitled #1”, “Move Over Sisyphus” and “Mom”