Frost in my bones
down my spine to my toes...
Man in the wilderness
shouting "I am!"...
A poem should touch the inner core
Where feelings are only found...
You want me to be happy
Yet you criticize...
Have you ever wondered how the homeless get to...
Have you ever wondered the daily struggles they go...
Don't close your eyes.
Not for one minute...
Everything...
spins around in my head...
We journey
from the devastated Earth...
The phenomena
wasn't...
A grand applause is what I heard
from behind a well pleated curtain...
As these thoughts and feelings race through my...
Everything seems like its fake and just a dream...
Endless tears
Endless coping...