The leaving of a loved one.

Venting.

Learned new things about an ex.

Lost love.

For my friends that listen when I need to cry.

I live on the edge of a small forest. My parents had died long ago. Uncle Oman lived with me. He is care of me since I was two years old. Uncle was like my parents own. He taught many things about catching fish, make a boat, and keeping livestock. Sometimes he also frequently took me into the woods through the rivers and swamps filled with lizards and even alligators.

We should work on being friends.

Form Poetry: sestina I wrote for my Creative writing course.

Im surrounded, but no, I’m alone, but yet I have no free time…I’m overcrowded, under loved, over emotional? I am worthy of what I have to hear.

If walls could talk you would learn a few home truths.