Poems from spookydad
i have always lived in this place that is somewhere in the middle of the suburbs and the ghetto
and by that i mean: the kids can play...
there are so many things happening
my brain feels like mush
life is moving past me
why is everyone in a rush
i don't...
rushing golden waters
fill my skin and change it to something new,
but it is what i have longed for all my life.
losing daughters...
My name is not my own,
the real me is hidden away.
This body is not my home
The real me cannot be shown.
Feeling out of place,
these...
My mind is filled with words and phrases
which are trying their best to seep out onto this page,
but they are being constricted.
Its still...