A child dies of cancer
One born premature...
Wait.
Listen...
A sparkling esoteric star
Keeps on the hope ajar...
Isn’t it foolish
to keep crossing these bridges...
Thunderstorms brew outside my morning window
promising me another warm day in the shop...
Harsh times we live
under these days...
Forked tongues speak hate,
spewing venom far and wide...
I am Jesse
I am 15 years old...
Little boy blue
with sagging jeans...
Hypocrite
(for the so-called Politicians...
Whispers as I walk down the street,
knowing glances thrown my way...
Cry me a river that shows only pain,
why do we always have to play such games...