Poems from JShuart
Tick tock, my mind is not a clock,
It is not rhythmic nor reliable.
My mind wanders from topic to topic,
Book to book,
Game to game,...
They planted our dreams in soil,
Full of nutrients and hope,
They told us, “You’ll grow up to do great things”,
That our aspirations would...
Instead of firing that gun,
how about you loosen your tongue;
Let loose all the pain from within,
please,
do not shoot yourself, my kin;...