Poems from Mortsyn
I tap on the computer and the world drifts by around me.
I sit on outside of the cafeteria and observe,
unsure of how to approach.
People...
It is an unusual existence.
No form, no voice, no thoughts,
Yet it has power…
It is power.
A power far greater than anything man...
On the street,
there's a different beat.
Hunger and cold.
There's family, community,
predators and foes.
There's those who've been...