HB Harrison : Writing

It's Okay

It's Okay

A Poem by HB Harrison


It’s okay, I say sitting next to her bed.She doesn’t reply but I know thatshe can hear me. Becauseotherwise, It’d be useless.Talking..
The Nest

The Nest

A Poem by HB Harrison


A bird flew across the tree and into another nest, He meant well but he could feel detest, He kept his head down and continued to peck away And ret..