Poems from jslup

My hand shakes as I write. Lines and curves. Quivering like a crisp leaf, as the calm before the storm dissipates. I have so. Many....
These bones are weak. They are frail and wispy. They are fractured, snapping as they break. I don't have a problem with placing the blame....
You fear what you don't understand. But then you learn the language and discover what you've missed. Like a child looking at a legendary...
What's done is done. But, as sure as sunrise and set, my day will come. As certain as the changing colors of autumn. As definite as the...