Poems from L.M.R.Jacks
Dear Santa
who are you?
what do you do?
can you help me?
I know this little girl
she is so pretty
so sweet
so fair
there seems to have...
Surounded by people but
Never there
always in pain
but
always fair
always there
forever alone seemily unfazed
pains takes
your days await...
Fate
its like a big lake
always overflowing never full
always taking never lacking
Fate
is always like a bear with his bees
honey is sweet...
this fear
its unfamilir
its unseemly
it is unbearable
it is never just wearable
I can't wear this fear like all the others
in my cloak...
When I put my pen to paper
I use my pen to define my true self
myself who is lost
myself who I find
when my pen meets paper
when words...