Friday, September 19, 2014

Poetry: Too and To

Too and To

Too sick tonight
  Too sick to fight
Too sick to be right
  Too sick to make it to midnight.

Too many broken dreams
  Too many failed schemes
Too many unheard screams
  Too many of life’s extremes.

Too is abundance, to is towards
  Too is my circumference, to is like new cords
Too is heavy, to is free flight.
Too will be laid down, to heaven I’ll go tonight.

Chere L Brown, Fort Worth, TX, June 3, 2014

Poetry: Pills


Round solutions
To all that ills
Pills, pills, pills

Hard solutions
For the over the hill
Pills, pills, pills

Scientific solutions
Can they save or will they kill
Pills, pills, pills

By Chere L. Brown, Fort Worth, TX 2012


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