"ECHOS IN THE DARK"
The dust settles all around as though it was...
You think you can fix all your mistakes through...
Do you ever sit around questioning your self...
This poem is not distracted by metaphors and rhyme...
because this black ink is speaking...
Sometimes on those winter afternoons,
a crisp frost on the ground...
Over a period of years,
the mountain view has...
You are my Rainier cherry.
One I long to have for myself...
Through the looking glass,
my life I have seen...
I can't help but fail.
Nothing can prepare you for...
I am selfish,
really I am...
Tears of heartbreak
As plentiful as dirt...
Truth is hard or cold
It could be good or bad...