I was not trained in creative writing but I love to write. There may not be any rules to my poems but I am open to learn from those who know. |
Family and friends, tears are for the sad
My dear uncle left to be with the Lord and for...
This time of day is filled with anger
Filled with anger and bitter words...
I could be seventeen again
I could decide again...
She was leaving them
What can be done...
I gasp for air to fill my lungs
To enrich my power within...
Perception is the vantage point of the mind's eye |