Ray : Writing

Drych

Drych

A Poem by Ray


I outstretch an arm,I extend my hand, and in turnIt reaches back to me.Its movement is gradual,Its nature benevolent.In spite of thisI slap it away.
Someday

Someday

A Poem by Ray


The insatiable nothingat the pit of my stomach is stagnant,for emptiness is a lack thereof feeling.My heart clamours, butthe beat is estinto. My thoug..