The Walk
I belonged somewhere once.
Once I belonged somewhere.
I walked under the trees once
And the trees whispered to me
Of the air that breathes itself
You are the air, the trees said
Random poetry
A bunch of old poems from the last few years
Anger
A poem about anger
Weekends
About loneliness
Peter
A poem in honor of Peter, who died
Tired
A poem about lack of sleep