Poems from cmallett
My hand, yes it hurts
but my mind hurts more.
Why do I write you ask?
Because I can't go back to how I was before.
I can't afford to be...
The air smothered in smog
The birds don't sing like they used to.
Then again, it's not surprising,
must have the Memphis blues.
The...
The light has gone out
My emotions are untrue
But nobody knows.