I am,
the stranger on the bus...

Now how do you start a poem that cannot have an...
how do you find a soul with no fault, not a...

I hear the chilling sound of the whip in the...
i hear my own voice cry out...

Worry
what good did it ever do to me...

They tell me He came,
to save this sick world from sin...

Breathe.
inhale exhale...

The tears they run,
slowly down my cheek...

I order you problems:
to please fade away...

Four phone calls made,
and still she sits with her head hanging...