My generation is different- lost and found, here and nowhere,…

Hugging my wounds, curled in this womb, circling the same…

My favorite color-what is yours? When asked, I never found…

What is the purpose of life? The fires leave everyone…

Potential is an old friend of mine, “Wasted” is the…

I have too many questions for life, But most just…

I write eulogies in my poetry, All the words left…