“Hey white boy”,
they said.
” Why are you trying
to push the rock
up the hill?”
I took a deep breath,
then let out all
of my pain and defeat.
Turning to you,
I kissed your sleeping lips.
And slept like a baby.
War of words
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 