Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…
Four seats empty, six seats taken. And I had one with a view Making sight seem lesser blue. But for those who seem mistaken, They would tell me stories too.
Daddy’s girl was up all night Always looking for a sight Other poet, things to write Phony poles that do not bite She was happy I could see
Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
I felt it that day And not hard to say I could never see But felt right away I felt it a bit
When the sorrow strikes And the roses spike And the day you dislike I’ll be there When the window shines
If she were to understand Then she would not accept me So I am glad But also so sad She knows when she sees the scar
In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?
In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
With the Roaches I share An inanimate Stare And a messed up appearance That I cannot bear A Thought without clearance
Perhaps it’s best to go other ways… You don’t feel as I do, Juat me, All of you, You all, me alone. And even with you all
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
How am I supposed to know? What I am supposed to show? What am I supposed to say? When I do not run away? How do I react when I
