A gray and dreary day.

Self reflection perhaps?

A poem about a child who is being called by her mother and returns home safely.

A five sense poem I wrote in language arts class.

My wishes liabilities.

Gray is a homicide detective on the trail of a killer whose MO was to leave behind apair of fishnet stocking next to the body. The closer he gets to the case he realizes that he may have already come in contact with the killer.

How someone so mean can love without fear.

Inspiration to live.

The rain is the happy tears shed by the sky.

All is gray.