Poems from Matthew Peterson
Father, I must confess, I know a man.
A very troubled man.
A man who is need of your prayers.
He is merciless like the devil,
An insomniac...
Surrounded by loved ones,
Numbness sets in and your body shuts down.
Your mind races at a million miles an hour.
In that instant it all...
Dim lights, romantic music,
Blue-purple poufy dress,
Black tuxedo matching purple vest.
“Pretend like you like me, for once,” I jokingly...