Poems from Sinsinasty
A man stands
In the winter cold
covered in snow.
His scarf
his only prized posession
Blows away with the wind.
But he still stands
He...
A child wakes
Surrounded by Darkness.
He cries and shakes,But his cries are no help.
He lies still,
Shaking
Skinny and small.
He opens...
Waking up in the morning,
At six thirty A.M.
Walk through the doors,
With only a monster in hand.
After slaving for nearly a year,
What...