everthing seen on my block, all i see on a drive to work, junk in my office, yearbooks in attics, used-thrown away socks and underwear, broken dishes, broken hearts; all was once nothing. soon, it will return.
10/10/2007
Posted on 10/10/2007Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
This poem suits my mood to a T.
Mine too, sadly. Well done indeed.
