Poems from 21Monse21
We live out our lives in preformance.
Time and effort into this work,
the make-up,
the clothes,
the words.
All for this moment, ...
The imagery echoes in brain,
Never stopping and no gain.
Same thing over and over,
But no matter what there is no closure.
I see the hand...
Everyone was born with parents,
How long they stayed is different.
Everyone once had a home,
Whether it was the streets or somewhere warm....
Pain comes in countless forms and unexpected ways.
From your mind because you are clinically depressed,
And the only hope is a blade to...