My Universe
This was a quick poem I thought I might show for the Hell of it.
This was a freaky dream I had once, that I am lucky and cursed enough to have burned into my memory. This is more of a phycological thriller trip if anything.
It is a short poem of sorts. Something I felt out of losing a close friend. I wish all those who read and understand to be helped by it or find joy and acceptance.
A short list of the rules of the roadtrip. It mention's the roles and duties and some of the informal rules. They all vary and can be agreed to be changed. This is comical, but somewhat true.
A solider is returning home from an ever so costly war. So much has he lost, now he only wishes to find his loving wife and keep his promises.