I first discovered I had a penchant for writing in the late sixties. Since then I have worked at refining those skills and find it very cathardic to express what I'm seeing and feeling about the world around me through the written word.
I'm screaming inside...
a silent scream only I can hear.
It's echo bounces off the walls of my mind.
...
What a world we live in...
the head of the free world
receives the high honor
of the Nobel Peace Prize
...
Oh my God the pain
of desperation
within the walls
of my depression...
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