Poems from KathleenDakota
Who do I write for you ask?
Well, life doesn’t stop when you’re tired
Or when you’re sick
Or mired
In all of the work, the relationships...
I am not the only one in the White Room.
Sheer fabric whispers from the windows
Goblet in hand, I drink to the Grecian lady
White dress,...
I watch us all
Live our lives in self-enclosed bubbles
We cry out
"Me me me!"
Selfies,
Selfish,
Fleeting.
I watch the world
Spin on...
Go ahead,
Pat yourself on the back.
You’ve set yet another class up for failure.
And averted the blame from yourself.
While you watched...
Blood pools onto the floor of the fetid concrete cage
And the bile rises in my throat
And the tears sting my eyes
As I wash away the...