Poems by RobertWesterlund

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  • Joe was a city boy from Chicago, who's only dream...
    His life was nothing less then a real series of...

  • As I sit here in the darkest corridors of my mind...
    The fact is how can I be insane when these things...

  • So many times I sit and stare...
    So many times I wonder Am I Insane...

  • Misery (1)

    The beating in my head...
    Betray all...