Poems from 4evralone

God help the child, Silent, scared, unseen, Confused by life`s lessons, Hurt by hands he loves. He does no right. He does no wrong. Can he...
Winding rivers washing us along, Swift currents making their course, I hold tight to the precious one, I fear to loose to the undertow....
Alone, we wonder through thick of night, Stumbling through the under brush that binds our ankles. The journey is too much for the body,...