M. David : Writing

Favorite Flavor

Favorite Flavor

A Poem by M. David


In the wake of all things he has laid to waste,is that awful yet all too familiar taste.The taste of regret he has known since quite young,and here no..
After Hours

After Hours

A Poem by M. David


What a sight, this.He's clenching his fistallowing himself to reminisceonopportunities missedand changes wished.By daylightHe's alrightbut at nightit'..