Poems from MichaelO

People are weak Since the beginning of man he has needed an answer to make him comfortable  She creates stories that explain the...
He remembers neither my name, nor who I am. Looking into his eyes is like looking into a painting of vast nothingness. He looks at me in...
Don't do this, don't say that Oh, here's some "food" that'll make you feel like crap Is that not enough? Would you like some more? How...