Grey ghost In rags you dress Appropriate on occasion Numbered days...
Your fingers in my hair Your hand on my cheek Your...
Oh, the joy of pen and hand Coming together To create...
As blind, as dismal, as dark, as bleak As the truth...
You can smile And I see That you are laughing Just...
Blood Flows When I Do not Know What Else To Do....
Feels like a slow motion picture show Carries its cargo like...
Little Miss Softy Wants to rest but Her mind is Pressed...
I write for myself A captive audience Quiet. Attentive. Nearly inaudible...
Can’t reach No fear Feel pain Sin again Watch yourself Wonder...