This poem is basically how I am feeling now in my marriage.

Poem about a old homeless man.

Living in a sorrowful past and wishing that a better alternate universe exists.

An Original Poem Written By Me On May 3, 2008.

Sometimes I cry for friends in such anguish that the only thing they feel they can do is cut. Some I know can write and I pray that maybe instead they can write. Some I know haven’t cut yet – and I tell them… based on what I have heard and been told – from cutters and councilors – that the cuts don’t really help and only lead to more cuts. At least for most. Sometimes I wonder if we all might self harm in some way if not with a knife.

In a house shaken with an alcoholic father and mother suffering domestic violence, her only solace is in her security blanket. A flash fiction dealing with a child’s view of constant fear.

Must be between one and 1000 characters.

The pain of watching the grief of a friend.

The acts of things over all.

The stalker in the shadows.