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Dream

Are those children I hear Playing in the sun? Laughing, running, being kids Until the day is done? Are they reading stories? Are they singing songs? Are there hands filled with crayons Coloring all day long? Is that a boy I see? Walking with his dad? Hand in hand they...

The Angels Weep

Dedicated to Michelle …. my soul sister Trapped beneath the ice Darkness taunting my sanity So cold is the poison Of guilt, pain and regret This prison which surrounds me Was built not with stone But with anger And memories that haunt me My tears Dance on the...