I’ll always love her,If we lived eternally
I would die for her.
I look to the pastbeing blind to the present
seeing no future
I’m tired of dyingAs I die every day...
I just want to live.
I can teach myself,though I cannot learn from it
what others teach me.
art reveals torture,self inflicted punishment
that does us no harm.
Anthony Ward tends to fidget with his thoughts in the hope of laying them to rest. He has managed to lay them in a number of literary magazines including The Faircloth Review, The Pygmy Giant, Jellyfish Whispers, Turbulence, Underground, The Bohemyth, Torrid Literature Journal and The Weekenders, amongst others.