Poems from mbarron0121
My voice is a fire.
It holds the power
to burn down every house in sight
every building, every door,
entire towns
and in its path...
A chaotic storm-the most dangerous whirlwind,I devastate everything in my path, leave no stone unturned.and then it is morning-and everyone...
I am:
a reader,
a writer,
an observer,
a dreamer,
a life-liver.
I am:
not defined by numbers
nor by words others speak of me,
but instead...
The wind blows with no purpose.
It feels nice, and
makes the day more bearable.
Although it seems
to blow hard,
Although it moves
my...