Often times, I am floating
with nothing to hold me down.
things
Which face will I wear today?
What words do I need to say?
In this journey, I’ve been searching
For the things, I’ve lost in my past.
My bookcase has books about stories –
stories about things – things people wrote.
The dust builds every single day.
In this life, I’ve seen you at night haunting me and my dreams.
Enjoy my 3rd Chapbook:
