Poems from natalion

The group of people sitting close by at my lunch table stare as I close the small zip loc bag titled, "Monday" and ask me what those pills...
I received a phone call from my father Explaining that it was all too real And all too sudden This man he spoke of did not sound like the...
I received a phone call from my father Explaining that it was all too real And all too sudden This man he spoke of did not sound like the...