Poems from SMPartterson

Alarm Sigh Time for work again. Same Routine Make money to stay alive. Boring Life In this cubicle the beauty outside has started to die....
Wild horses just run free Nothing to stop them, just run with the breeze They can believe in anything the world is theirs No one can tell...
The clock of life is ticking And my dear the nails of death are clicking Drumming out the sound, until silence when your body is beneath...
Who am I? Who am I? I know that I am not you but more than this is true Here is a riddle just for you, so here is what you do— Read this...