Poems

Fell Into Bed

Hands On My Head

Murder Of Crows

No Where To Go

Woke In The Morning

Shaking Hands

Had Midnight Twitches

Now Morning Witches

Children Resting

Asleep

In Our Bed

Dogs Napping

Quiet

Laying By Your Head

Times I knew

Your heart was not mine

Asked you to sit a while

Maybe for one last time

Wanted you to look at me

Like there was no other

But All I could feel

Was unbroken Pain

Feeling Empty

Feeling Lost

All Used Up

At What Cost

No More Dreams

No More Hopeless Schemes

I’m Just Left

With Legal Woes

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