Lost

Poem -

Smoke.

Small toes, six years old,
stretch upon a chair.
She reaches high and catches
the...

Poem -

Smoke.

Small toes, six years old,
stretch upon a chair.
She reaches high and catches
the...

Poem -

The way I feel

Around me the snow is falling, slowly drifting down to me
Covering my tears so no one else can see...

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Poem -

Time

You say you want my time,

to spend it with me,

but you don't get my rhythm or rhyme,...

Poem -

long walk home

Walking a trail not knowing, not knowing where you are.

What the hey, where do I stay, am I good or...