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...