Poems from Kary Cabrera
What is freedom?
Is it the brainchild of purpose?
The essence of existence
A false reality made by unfathomable content
Freedom squirms in...
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being.
My hungry eyes searched scornfully
I could see it
Far away, yet so near
The palpable...
Hunger built inside me, dwelled in my very being.
My hungry eyes searched scornfully
I could see it
Far away, yet so near
The palpable...
A young man sits, questioning his computer screen
What shall he write?
A tale of malice, malevolence and wallow?
Or a jovial story, a tad...
Cold Pizza
My pizza, so precious and delicious,
The flavor that ignites me with hope and optimism
The warmth that comforts and soothes my...