Poems from jenenb7
Night comes ever so gently.
Poets come to share their final rhyme.
Blue sky swallows sun.
Friends say their final goodbyes.
Night comes...
Words don't come flowing
like a pipe hose full of water overflowing.
Words come like bees buzzing hoping for something other than a voice...
Food.
What is it?
Who eats it?
Who doesn't have it?
And then there is money.
So Significant.
So important.
Not to me.
But God is in...
As time ticks, each coming home one by one.
I wonder if they wonder, what I was doing all day.
What they did today?
Do they even wonder?
As...
Did I even exist?
Did my light skin
and curly hair even have a face on this protruding earth?
I was the blood.
The blood of broken...