Poems from donneejohnson
In a crowded room,
A bitterly familiar face,
Brings to my memory,
Every thing I’ve tried to areas
Memories that could blossom
Pink roses...
I am Ready
Ready to move past this depression
Ready to speak and not just recite my confessions
Ready to deliver myself from myself
This...
I feel the damp grass
The soil here beneath my legs
Softly brass strings strum
The hot bath water creates a tingling sensation on her skin
The steam clouds the bathroom corners, and now
The dark liquor in her glass is...
I try to write, but I am dissolved in the page,
trapped in between areas of black words and white space.
Where do I begin? Where do I end?...