A hand of cards dealt to Nobody's child,
On the day that she was born...
All that time spent on my own...
I try not to think of it
It always come back...
I could have watched time pass...
I've been chewed up and spit back out
Beaten every which way I look...
I Look at the sky
Saying goodbye to my sorrow...
12th February, 2012.
Time flew with feathers like an eagle...
A ghost is not a person,
but a space...
Graceful creatures
entice my skin...
Clever cirsium, too clever
by far, arms herself in...
Sitting on the top of a dry riverbed
is a rock in a parched valley...
If I could go back in time
and change that river's course...