Shawayne Dunstan: 4 books

This is my defeat hidden underneath an identity created at seventeen This is my defeat whispering to me about false serenities and lands of tumbleweeds This is my defeat clawing mercilessly at the back my throat perhaps by time youve read this I might have found hope

Dying of thirst while trapped in the belly of the beast, I pray to God that my breath doesnt falter in the scorching heat. I stumble around helplessly as my world crumbles due to the pressure. Skeletal trees and tumbleweeds call out to me as I keep searching for the forbidden nectar.

everything has an end whether it be love, peace or even friends but beauty can sprout from disasters and once more replenish these barren lands with compassion and laughter

Descendant I heard voices When I was a child They sung and screamed These words to me That I have somehow forged Into the poetry that you see