Poems from Invisa-Ninja
Bookbag, pens, paper, pencil
I walk up and open the large swinging doors.
Lockers line the hall, but all are quite bare.
Bookbag, pens,...
I have no more strength.
I must say, it's all gone.
I used it all up in the fight that we won.
No filter.
Let anyone come.
Let anyone see.
Let them see feet,
worn and bruised from rugged roads and bumpy paths although they’d been...