Sitting in the hospital, watching …

Biology… the mere thought makes me want to vomit blood, and the sight but more importantly the knowledge of such blood makes me wish I was never born. My Enemy Within… and I know now that it’s not me and not even within anymore but without anyone.

This writing is my attempt to follow Martin Kloess original pattern, called “Martin-verse.” It was a lot of fun!

It’s like a pesky tumor.

Some of the thoughts I was over whelmed with when mama was diagnosed with cancer.

Did the prayers save him?

The internal and physical agony of a man struggling through an illness.

a deeper connotation within.

Venting…

A new chapter in my life.

A light hearted poem in verse about the dangers of a doctor’s waiting room.