Poems from Shanethewriter
Each time that my mind was finally ready to end it all,
I stood on the end of a bridge, ready to jump.
It always seemed like it would be...
Sometimes we run.
Just run. And run.
Sometimes not fast enough
to escape our problems.
But sometimes we run
so fast
we forget to ...
3:46 a.m.
on a post-rain Kansas Monday.
I try to wash away
the sleepiness
from my insomnia laden eyes,
pick a fresh sheet of paper...