Poems from aes96

The cold gloom clutches my heart. I fight, I squirm, I cannot escape.   Tears stream down my face. I wipe them away to no avail, they just...
      If I were to only write once, it would be about an underdog filled with hope and dreams. he would train harder, work longer, and...
     Why are you unable to understand the way I think? Why?     Why am I punished for someone else's mistake? Why?     Why must this...
                               The laughter fills the morning air.                                  How silly and sweet...