Sheen : Writing

Fax Machine

Fax Machine

A Poem by Sheen


My clock was stolen.I can’t understand this passing.Its moving too fast.Too fast for me to keep up.Running more or less.To age to birth to death..
To, From

To, From

A Poem by Sheen


Hello my old friend. I know these days are tough. Like stone playing wax. I'm just a traveler on a lonely night. A silence inside a lonely heart. ..