Nan Sikora (April 29,1959 / Wisconsin)
Biography of Nan Sikora
Nan Sikora Poems
With pen in hand I set to task to bare my soul to thee. A lifetime in a word or two
Just A Mess
Come to terms, get a grip. Can the heart
Second Hand Love
This sad kind of feeling washes over me... subdued in hues of blues and grays. When the struggle is over when at last i am free...
Thinking back, if only for an instant, pondering the words that were there a moment ago... if they are not captured as freely as they flow, they are no longer there.
Deep within the realm of fear... lies a great vast reef of infinite depth. A place where loneliness abides within... where tortured pain is writhed within the fear.
Darkness is the place where fear dwells best... It reaches into the very corners of my existence.
In My Mind
When self doubt is harbored there... my mind is a terrible place. When the pain of love is a deep scar...
My soul is in bleak sadness... the feeling is low... my soul is in bleak sadness... what can I bestow... My mind is an utterly blank canvas...
Darkness is the place
where fear dwells best...
It reaches into the very
corners of my existence.
Where rivers of words flow
endlessly into each other,
causing a tumult of emotions...
a stirring of doubt...