If ever there was a reason for these poems, it was to create as simply as possible an image of a world most never have the satisfaction of seeing; an often painful world, where the everyday struggles of life outweigh the few small joys, but those joys are still present, and their beauty should not be overlooked.
If ever there was a reason for these poems, it was to create as simply as possible an image of a world most never have the satisfaction of seeing; an ...
From dusk to dawn, as the rain pours down, faceless, unnamed men and women live silent lives. There is a veteran in the park yearning to make sense of his life. There is an alcoholic struggling with loneliness. There is a girl gathering the pieces of herself, desperately hoping to find the things that will help her remember or help her forget. There is an old woman looking at the rain, thinking of a boy who once loved her. There is a man staring out across the water, searching for hope in a beam of light. Everywhere, within every person, there is a story being told to no one, being lost...
From dusk to dawn, as the rain pours down, faceless, unnamed men and women live silent lives. There is a veteran in the park yearning to make sense of...
