Messages are sent,
prayers are penned...
I do not have a fever
yet I'm burning inside...
My cold leather couch
placed in the middle of this...
Show me how to live
I sleep amongst the carcasses...
- A poem about a conversation with her mom who...
Staring at the portrait on her wall...
Hurrying home to get started
I have so many things to do...
The memories of you
Are engraved within my heart...
Life indeed is a teacher,
It taught me a true lesson...
Can you hear her,
as she whispers...
Hey there dear, are you okay?
Be honest, I'll figure anyway...
Realms of thoughts, images lay scattered
From the pot of wonders I behold...
How could she do this
How does she think I feel...