Poems from MINNICKB
I cling to life itself, the very stem of my existence.
Seasons of life have already passed yet I still remain,
Having witheld my ground...
I lay in a blanket of filth, dirt.
The world has left my bed uncleanly.
I wish to rise from my slumber.
To step out of my holding will a...
A stream of fog engulfes the lives of vacant,
Parked cars residing in the valley.
Awaiting their rescue by
The morning sun.
The clouds come down to comfort the earth since her sweet moon
Has once again slipped out before she could turn the lights on,
An every...
But what of these constant questions; who am I
To question the One and Only True Answer?
I need not question in the knowing;
I, then, know...