Poems from rainpath9
The desk is too small. The chair is too hard. The light is too bright.
The walls are closing in, making me claustrophobic.
Your voice is...
My account,
Log out.
Power Poetry,
Life story.
Photo,
Video.
Words,
Birds.
Feathers,
Letters.
Ink,
Think.
Mind,
Kind.
Community,
Unity....
My heart goes out to you,
O, Master of the night,
My loyalty is indefinite and true.
The way you so gallantly fight,
To rid the world of...
To write, or not to write.
To be heard, or to be silent.
To feel or not to feel.
I could refrain from writing,
I could choose to be...
My sanctuary has been breached.
Its walls are trembling witih betrayal.
And the sun's rays evaporate, leaving me alone.
It is no longer...