Eyelashes
Stashes
Hope crashes
To the sea
What will be
Is me
In this world
without
He
And I can’t bare to imagine
Never seeing his face
In this place again.
Eyelashes
Stashes
Hope crashes
To the sea
What will be
Is me
In this world
without
He
And I can’t bare to imagine
Never seeing his face
In this place again.
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Living with CPTSD
Los Angeles through the lens of Christy Borgman
I am a writer, I write ~ I began writing PR0G-PR0SE in 1966 - not sure why I ever stopped, was it 9/11? Poetry does not have to be boring .. .
Bipolar Man, in Recovery, Trying His Best to Be Happy
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