Dark December
Flashes of memories with you
Was all I would remember
January rain
Woke up one morning
No longer feeling the pain
February air
Freedom was something
I thought I could finally declare
YOU ARE READING
Two Years Late
PoetryA collection of moments where rhyming was necessary. Short, simple poetry; yet, those who relate - too many. Weird titles for humor, but that doesn't make the poem experience less painful. Those titles are painful to me though. You'll see.
