Poems from HJK93
Why all the restrictions?
There are so many, they are suffocating me.
It's no wonder I have this devastating addiction.
Recall that...
Who am I to be?
If I know not who I am now:
Sometimes I wish I wasn’t me,
So that I wouldn’t have to bow.
I second guess and mistrust...
Dreams of my future
All contain fuzzy pictures of my goal.
Perhaps I’ll heal wounds by sewing sutures
Or checking vitals and removing...