My sweet
Yeshe
I am drown in sorrow
As you have died,
The water in my lungs
are the grief that I have to deal with from the alcohol and drugs
that I put in my body
Just to call
In and out of the group homes
I've been and I have never been seen again at other than as a yakuza
or
karate champion
What things would be different if I wasn't in Nepal with you
If we never crossed paths
Maybe I would still be sane
And pure
YOU ARE READING
In love with a monk
PoetryMake me scream "om mani padme hum!" As we do loving things Made it on Amazon and good reads #1-Poetrycollection 9/11/2022
