I dreamt I came up to the shore
And stared out on the windy bay...
Stumbling Block
By Mark Spencer...
Bed sheet fortress,
Pillow case masks...
The moon just arrived,
and I feel deprived of comfort...
A few weeks
after my birth...
On my grave stone let it read
that I passed in remorse...
Write gently, miserably
some hollow poems of...
Fight battle alone
with fire thrown...
When I'm with him
i try something new...
I
The stars above the city aren't shimmering...
-Endearing-
embraced by a cocoon of...
Solitary confinement
No arms to comfort me...