“Thank you,” said my future.
“You’re welcome”,” said my now.
“Fuck you,” said my future
“Sorry,” said my now.
Viewing entries in
helping ourselves
In darkness, she staggers through a bleary evening
that never stops until morning when she is done
fighting to breathe and
eagerly readies herself to leave
the filth that she barely lives in.
C.Ray 3/19/2018
Where do our broken
people go when they step off
this round and round and round
existence we approve of?
Around the corner,
down the hall, behind the 7-11
and in your mirror,
where all our broken people wait
for something or someone
to change them.
CLR 2016
"A nation's greatness is measured by how it treats its weakest members."
~ Mahatma Gandhi