Poems from LydMyr
Have I
told you before
of what it’s like alone
sleeping in my bed at night...
You ask what is race,
something simple as a face,
the color of the skin,
or your fellow kin.
There is a blank space
That our very clock...
I feel my heart is racing
my mind is constantly chasing
yet here I am just spacing
desperately embracing
rapidly effacing
i'm falling and...