David has been writing poetry for over 40 years and has been published many times in magazines and in anthology books. He has studied many poetry forms and enjoys writing in new and archaic forms. His books can be found on feedaread.com and he is an established poetry judge.
Our men are slowly drowning in their tears. Labelled weak cos they express their fears. Father said I wasn’t man enough and told me to act tough cos I cried when I touched her cold body Regardless of the situation
Down the drain, down the drain, follow the sand down the drain. His soul woven cloak awaits, scythe in hand, ferry leaving the docks. Crooked steps, cold and blackened breath, take me unto you. One leg in the grave, half
MEN OF LETTERS is a secret underground society, some say they’ve been around since the 1930’s, some say they go all the way back to the Knight Templars, all I know is that they still exist today but don’t ask