Poems from TRasun

I was brought into this light by what I assumed was a siren on the fly. A lovely lady who brought me to the sky only to be dropped from...
While stuck in this forced individuality, I concede and contemplate the whereabouts of my new found actuality. I sit and I sway in the mild...
Why do I write? Well, let me think, when I write what do you see, my words on a page or the person that is simply me? When I write do you...