Poems from Gabvegi

Look at us, sitting in straight rows organized and lined up. Our seats completely identical, the same tan color. Only our faces are...
I open my eyes and what do I see? War, poverty, greed and misery. Drugs and alcohol are found everywhere Hiding the fears of those beyond...
    There is a box that lies within the woods, cardboard with a speckled hole, wet and worn, four by four, brown slowly fading to tan. “...

Pages