I saw someone I used to know. There is no category for social issues or mental illness. |
| Darryl is Her Name She sleeps in bushes, lost her pride, scruffy Shepherd dog by her side. Day by empty day occupied - her song . . . words wrung from love denied. Vapid voices groan in her head, demons fight characters she's read, Her cupboard a shopping cart, bed - a crate. Who will cry when she's dead? ~~Judi Van Gorder Notes: ▶︎ |