Poems from natalion
The group of people sitting close by at my lunch table stare as I close the small zip loc bag titled, "Monday" and ask me what those pills...
I received a phone call from my father
Explaining that it was all too real
And all too sudden
This man he spoke of did not sound like the...
I received a phone call from my father
Explaining that it was all too real
And all too sudden
This man he spoke of did not sound like the...