Obstacles come in many shapes;
Brusies on my pretty face made me...
another headline
tumbles across a mass grave...
My first memory of depression
Takes me back to ten-years-old...
Annie would
Never be forgotten...
A cold wind that was blowing
On a clear blue Autumn day...
Staring out the window I see the springtime...
yet deep within this prison, I call my mind, it's...
Terrified,
perspiration drips from my pores...
I
never know what...
They ask me why I write about the future
like it has already happened...
18 years have passed
without you by my side...
as the body count
careered out of control those...
Slight hesitation
I saw a glimpse of it and...