I almost wrote my obituary in rhyme called it my first poem about suicide, maybe my last poem of all time The thought felt clean...like erasing pain w...Read more

I stared at the distant hollow eyes, Searching for a shred of hope. My palms pressed against the glass, Praying it would reach out to me. Calling ou...Read more

Someone asked why I love poetry I just told them it’s juss nice to listen to Told them it keeps me busy Keeps my mind off things Not that it ...Read more