I sent Charles Martin this photo of myself as a photo challenge, and this is the resulting poem.
from my window i see a world you do not see i see madmen in the street selling candy-coated nightmares on corporate auction blocks for the mere price of your soul and hear the sounds streaming from city streets that go unheard when children cry in the night with parental fright praying for morning's light to embrace the sight of an unlocked door into a world most fear you did not hear the shallow breaths of fear throughout the night reverberating … Read More
via Read Between the Minds
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