As I lift the lid The Smell of Cedar Overtakes me After all these years The tiny blanket Still remains Stained with tears Swollen with
Category: Poetry & Prose
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We agree Too often Clarity is lost Through shackles Of self imposed Dissonance At arms length We keep distance Between the You and I At
In Whose Name
Drums pound Cries rain down From the heavens The spirits danced And sang As a mother stood Over the body Of her dead son Two
Waiting on a Sign
I kissed my mother and said goodbye Must’ve been fifteen years or more Well I got me a job and I found a wife Down
Found Lost Things
Here I just found this Thought I had Lost it Turns out It was never mine To begin with Careful It’s been broken Many times
I Dream
I dream of a place I may never know Where the sun shines down on me There’s no such thing as anger or hate Only
