Broken: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
He holds his fears close to his chest like treasures, almost. And prays. He believes if he pretends long enough, time will eventually devour them.
Dying embers: A poetry by Kevin Isaac
Oh silence! Hello, my dear old friend! It has been too long. You and I, alone and apart, together; scuffling over permanent obscure questions
Bits of us: A Poetry by Kevin Isaac
As Auld Lang Syne faded into silence, and the fireworks dimmed, spontaneous cheers quietly turned to memories and a new dawn bid farewell to the old.