In my most arrested hours my soul is in need of others I ring doors that never open, peeling away all hopes until the light darkens my sight, I feed my mind to itself.
Byram Karasu offers poems that showcase technical ingenuity and.
In his most recent collection, T.
Suffused with wit and compassion, The Remnants of Time shares reflections on the profound depths of our inner life-a psychological tour-de-force in poetic form.
In my most arrested hours my soul is in need of others I ring doors that never open, peeling away all hopes until the light darkens my sight, I feed my mind to itself