Poems from KathleenDakota

Who do I write for you ask?   Well, life doesn’t stop when you’re tired Or when you’re sick Or mired In all of the work, the relationships...
I am not the only one in the White Room. Sheer fabric whispers from the windows Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady White dress,...
I watch us all Live our lives in self-enclosed bubbles We cry out "Me me me!"    Selfies, Selfish,  Fleeting.   I watch the world  Spin on...
Go ahead, Pat yourself on the back. You’ve set yet another class up for failure. And averted the blame from yourself.   While you watched...
Blood pools onto the floor of the fetid concrete cage And the bile rises in my throat And the tears sting my eyes As I wash away the...