I have very little to say That I haven't already Said before. I cannot think straight. Cannot focus On anything Besides the darkness. I am lost. I am lost. I am looking For something I do not know. I tried to explain Why I hated my job And I couldn't. You see it's not the... Continue Reading →
Sonnet: Life Unlived
Often I ask, “Am I a good writer?” Internally of course, never out loud. Of nothing I create have I felt proud For my desire, I am not a fighter. I try to make others lives seem brighter, My personal passion I try to shroud. I may have wants but they are not allowed,... Continue Reading →
