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This poem was written in response to what I was doing and still do when in pain. PSI refers to pounds per square inch.

It comes on every night, my commonsense takes flight. It scares me so, I don't want to go. I fear to succumb, my mind goes numb. Intellectually,..

Within the pages of my mind, I read all the words that you said. I constantly read every line, I can't get you out of my head. My entire being..

I'm in such pain, not the scrape your knee kind, where I suck up air between my teeth, holding my knee tightly, swearing, "Oh, s**t!" Not the hea..

Barred, denied by the power's that be, I could not touch you, only see, as we sat waiting to hear your fate, from charges brought by a woman f..

I miss the times I used to have to myself, writing a letter or reading a book from my shelf. I always have this unwanted company, I've begged it ..

My life feels like its been put on hold, since 1991. Knowing you were out there somewhere, kept me going and I searched for you in many ways, I ..

'Midst towering green branches, birds chirp and flutter, fashioning their nest with twigs and leaves and their pantry is supplanted with deli..

I wrote this poem to my daughter, 6 years ago, but never gave it to her.

Written in 2008 edited 2013