Until the doctor
pointed at my shadowed scan...
I wasn’t told that your kids
make you wanna throw yourself in a river with...
I have a few addictions
Italian food...
I can but dream, a place to flee
somewhere for once, I can be free...
I left my dresser-drawer slightly open,
for your spirit to slip and escape this...
The streets
around her are dying with the madness...
I ponder
wasted years...
Placing words
onto a page can...
We all have
those moments...
Courage
to walk alone...
...and, I shiver as
I watch the last leaf fall...
..break me down with the slightest touch,
and leave me leant upon a crutch...