Poems from Franciscan14
I wither away
as She takes over.
The dreamer,
the friendly girl
is gone.
I no longer know
who I am,
where I fit in.
The world didn't...
Apathy is bliss:
never seeing destruction,
robots feel no pain.
Blind to everything:
especially what's crucial,
children forever.
Sleepy eyes wake up;
never seeing anything;
its time to wake up.
Poetry is like an old suitcase,
rough around the edges;
it protects what is inside.
There is always something new--
that you need to...