Poems from Morgan Coffey
I'm 21 and a strong Christian. I attend Tennessee Technological University, and I feel that God has given me a gift with words when it comes to writing, because they just flow out of me uncontrollably creating something that I do not think capable of myself alone, especially since I am a horrible speller.,
The hallway is very long.
The ceiling white and the floor is covered with a red and orange carpet.
Reminding me of the nights in the woods...
Printed text is given
Printed text can not be read
Largerprint is asked for but slowly given
Classmates stare and judge
Though they do not...
Which key unlocks your heart?
which path leads me home?
I am lost but you are not.
You pass me but I must be invisible because your head...
You inspire me
I do not know who you are
Or have the slightest clue
What you look like
What you sound like
What job you do
But you keep me...
It’s only partial darkness,
But it’s known the light isn’t complete.
It was not always this way, although there was always a chance it...