I wish you could
see the echo of hearts...
Look into my red eyes and see
The pain that bites and claws into me...
I see the pain
It stabs me...
A whirlwind, a derecho of such destruction,
But in that quake, such realization...
“Do you know why I
don’t think dying...
Regret has the size
of our empty family house...
In habitude, but futilely,
The caring gestures...
all things pass.
all things change...
What does bile taste like?
As I sit, sirens blaring...
I hear the rain pouring down,
A lovely little melody in this town...
The man on wheelchair died.
His legs were amputated before his life...
Used
Used...