Poems from Lora
Dear Death,
You wait patiently,
As I stumble through life,
Intoxicate myself with my thoughts,
and questions,
You wait-- because I'm...
When the whistle blows
I start slow,
I let my breathing relax,
And let a few pass,
Just a few,
I pump my arms,
Pound my feet
On the...
Since a very young age,
The words spoken to me were:
“You can’t go by yourself,”
I needed, and still need, a friend,
Preferably a strong...