Poems from HighHowAreYa

Drive
I get in my car with no thought, Except where am I going? But thats the only thought I get. Then, nothing. Blue. Black. Grey. White. Foam...
It's Hard to Write a Poem
It's hard to write a poem, I don't know how it goes. The words are there but, It's hard for me to let them flow. It's hard to write a poem...
Days
Wake up. Eyes hands legs, skin Feeling breathing absorbing and being. Dead eyes but they see, heavy heart but it beats, Fluttering slowly...