Author Archives: Mark Fought

He wanted to share his inspirations.He imagined his ideas would be heard.But, he was deserted on an island,Writing messages in the sand. The tides flood in, the tides ebb out.They wash his conception awayInto a crowded oblivion,And nobody gives a … Continue reading →

I arrived at Lonely Townwith a photograph in my hand.It’s not really a town, rather a state of mindThat permeates a man.It’s a loneliness that aches in the heart.Crowded streets where you meetPeople much too busy from the very start.Lives … Continue reading →