Poems from Jensen Payne
Tired eyes wander over foggy plains, unfocused but searching.
The overcast sky casts a dreamy gloom over a face with sunken sockets and dry...
Of darkness he grew tired -
his Dark World, not enough.
Forsaken in a land of shadow,
he longed for morning's dusk.
His heart was filled...
Drowning
in floods of assignments and papers and grades and
Sleepless nights
make me tear my hair out and blink too much and rub my eyes...