Expressing oneself in poems through the unconscious connections of the mind.


Night and morn' you are there
I cannot tell if you are good or bad
Sometimes you enter with a loud bang
Sometimes a whisper scare

My Emotional World

In my emotional world
Lives my deeply wounded heart and soul
With feelings of pain untold
Believe me, this' so wounded
You wouldn't want to know

The Wounded Child

She stood sadly In front of me
In her school uniform - age 7 it must be
She looked lost
She smiled not