Face it: life has not turned out the way you...
Be honest with yourself...

Beaten, bloodied, and bruised, we are your...
You see not faces, but mirrors of own defects...

If you will for a moment
Indulge me once more...

I woke in my bunk to the quiet rustling of the...
I rolled over and winced as my canteen met my...

My dreams are my torment.
Would I, could I be strong enough to try...

Eyes open.
I find myself in water, cool, but not chilling...

*Not really a poem but I thought you guys might...
In December, days before Christmas, I died alone...

It's meaningless.
All of it...

In every season, the leaves had reason to hope...
It's only in the fall that they lose their amber...