I.J. Kalia on Men's Corner

 Bespeak of Her Wisdom My phone went bleak on her call and my heart creaks to the walls of distance towering between my future and now; but in cold absence of humor, the lips grin to the bespeak of her antique wisdom.  I.J. Kalia

Guilt and misery opened the doors to angry skies and I cry, cry to make it right but, alone, I failed as things became worse at the feet of black Kings. Fattened by lies living off the wounded soul of a country in its darkest Chapters but then I hold onto a thread of hope for it's the only thing that will carry her through © I.J. Kalia