Poems from baye13

I know how it feels. To hate the food you put in your mouth. So why not go without? A day? Barely eat anything? Not a problem. Because you...
What would you do, What would you say, If someone said to draw your troubles away? Would you paint landscapes of fire, Of dust and of sand...
A poem has changed since we were little; “Here is the church, here is the steeple, Open it up...” And count all the hypocrites And funeral...