I Don’t know The Answer

      I don’t know the answer Even as the question Isn’t asked. The flow knows the answer It leaves it on a bed Of relevance Fearing nothing Only feeling dread. I don’t know the answer But not to say the answer Isn’t in my head....

Will I Show You Who I Am

Will I show you who I am Will I reveal the face I know I’ve been? Will the lines of tomorrow Be etched Across my taunt skin? Will the ones That happened yesterday Be still there In a full or forced grin? I don’t know the answer Cause you see I don’t...