Wednesday, November 28, 2007

rewritten, ripped poem

Why is there so much anger
Security of home is now gone
You hide there in specs
While I am from antiques and candles
I am from family and friends
and pictures in every room
I'm not told no
and in that death what may rise to live

2 comments:

Ryan Miller said...

I love this poem and you.

Anonymous said...

why is(italics) there so much anger?