7-22-1997

I am filled with unexplainable hate Towards no particular foe. People, places, items of life Sometimes I feel must go. Violent, Yet tame. Combustible frame. I am about to explode. They all are so different. They all are the same. Who is to blame? I feel secluded. I am alone. No one to change myContinue reading “7-22-1997”