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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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   Where do the dead go after they've died? Can the woman I love see the tears I've cried? So many questions running around inside, I seldom find answers, although I've tried. Why did the Lord take her away from me? Here, she was needed by our family. Sometimes I feel the Saints are blind to my plea, Was her death worth whatever they could foresee? I'm angry and hurt although I've kept it masked, But when I stop the screams and curses I've cast She speaks through the stillness at long last, "Does there have to be a reason?" she asks. |
