Poems from DoeChild
Nobody ever
wants to be
a bother.
But,
am I really
a bother?
Do people say,
behind backs,
what a bother?
Or is it just
all in...
It nibbles quietlyon comforton truston sanity
It chomps loudlywhen nobody's aroundwhen nobody'll helpwhen nobody'll see
It...
There are two pieces of me,One of which you'll never see.It's shattered and broken-And shall remain unspoken.
You see my hard shell,It's...
I am now made of it-MusicI am now surrounded by it-SoundI am now playing it-ClarinetI now listen to it-iPodI now sing with it-SongI now...
It forms at every pauseIt lurks around every cornerIt builds with every secondIt waits for the next momentIt is everythingIt is nothingIt...