Poems from IzzyInMotion
At 6am, I'm miserable.
Time to get out of bed, move my behind,
Clock in for $7.25 at the daily grind,
Eight hours for this is fucking...
It’s all gone.
You took everything from me.
(Or did I take everything myself)
My family, my friends… They slipped away.
Vanished.
Under...
Black.
I turn to the square.
It’s light immense, mesmerizing, captivating.
And there’s color.
So much color. I can’t stop myself from...