I need to get outOf my skinThe tick-tick of the clockMakes me nervous-My blood…
My tormentor, I’m beginning to seeyour relentless cracks,traces and bruises.God, if I could only have…
Alone we suffer In crowds, we’re proud When they ponder We are higher In anguish, we linger
A poem —
Interest peaks, with a path unclearNobody wants a cruisewith designated, nicely sequenced…