A little after 0100 and it's still 90°F out. While better off then some, I still cant sleep.

There's that southern twang in his voice, When he says "yes ma'am"

Two lovers rest after an eventful day.

A tired scribble. 1/9/19

Just another poem. 12-25-18

Not the best, but not the worst I've written.

Jack of all trades, master of none.

Watch the sky's, Weary traveller.

Written just for a laugh.

Part Three

Part Two

1,2,3 I killed a tree.

There was a quiet somebody, Who lived above my head.

I see it through the crack in the door, the Monster.

This was a game, A bet we had placed,

In the game of Life and Death, Death always wins. But, Life has the upper hand.

I have writer's block, and this was a sad attempt at beating it.

The anniversary of me getting out of an abusive relationship is coming up, and I figured I'd write a note my ex will never read.