Poems from cmallett

My hand, yes it hurts but my mind hurts more. Why do I write you ask? Because I can't go back to how I was before.  I can't afford to be...
The air smothered in smog The birds don't sing like they used to. Then again, it's not surprising, must have the Memphis blues.  The...
The light has gone out My emotions are untrue But nobody knows.