(I miss her surely)
Miss Shirley, a woman in her 80'sWas once a school nurse ladyShort in stature But tall…
The voices in my head are ugly creatures
It was New Year’s EveI had finally won my reprieve From this chapter of gamesHow did I remain sane?The clock pops up over my head…
Sitting alone in the carI haven’t driven very farIt creeps up from the depthsI feel like I have weptNot knowing the reason…
UNSAFE:
Which was worse?
In a room, the walls bare
Tables and chairs reside there
The walls carry a beige and blue sheenMy prison garb is the color greenLong gone are the days of yore Groups in conversation…
You say I’m ugly
My look is a reflection of the world which surrounds me
When it’s time to clean house
