PHILL’S POETRY

DARK HEART She walks with her head bowed down, Alms folded, hood n cap tipped down, She never speaks unless spoken to, Even then she answers in monosyllables, Like she doesn’t want to, Her feminity can never escape anyone, She is the kind you could die for, The kind to take a bullet for. In… Read more

Somewhere, As dark as clouds that bore rain, Footpaths that barely trail, Dry leaves falls on the ground, Moistened and moisturized by icy  touch, She lays, hoping and holding in to her  breath, She feels cold beneath her feet, Heart pounding, body shaking, Its fear she has, its danger that looms, She clutch to her… Read more