It's kind of amusing how I thought I could close...
Because even though that box is safely hidden...
The sun fell through
the wires of a dream catcher...
I heard the pleas of the innocent and cried,
I felt the sadness of those who wanted to die...
My child you are troubled,
but what could it be...
Does it seem fair
That I am just born...
My eyes browse through
pages of poems...
Out of body
I see myself float...
In a bed filled with nails, filled with punctures...
All things leading back to when I remembered all...
Ne'er saw I, never felt,
the sun did more gracefully...
Happy
because of you...
I wanted to write a love story. You know the kind,
where torrential downpours didn't mean soggy...
Little Boy fell silently
from uncaring mother's womb...