Can you taste blood in your mouth?
It’s death, it comes with every black cloud.
There’s a smell of fear in the air
Darkness in it never sleeps.
© W. Donovan
Make your life a poem.
Can you taste blood in your mouth?
It’s death, it comes with every black cloud.
There’s a smell of fear in the air
Darkness in it never sleeps.
© W. Donovan


In a dark room
My hand is seeking
your hand.
Find, love me.
© W. Donovan


Someone told you something
which wasn’t true.
Don’t blame me for that.
Just look at me
I want to be somebody else.
© W. Donovan


What was all this for?
a few happy seconds
in a day full of suffering.
it is as it is.
Life is just life
I want to feel it.
I don’t want to see
only images in my head.
I want to feel
what you feel
Feel it on my skin.
Tell me until I believe.
And what was all this for?
© W. Donovan