This is Brad Morin's first submission to my website. Please write and let me know what you think of his work. - poetheart 04/27/02
Looking into a space, make no mistake,
See infinite disgrace.
I cannot comprehend, puzzled feeling,
Unwanted dividend.
To a most dormant feature, somewhat staled,
Yet a much maligned creature.
Like a swift cancer it turns on you, inward battle,
Little a will to avoid can do.
Yet to come sure to arrive, please go away,
Losing my patience and drive.
Reserves depleting, want to extinguish.
Must hold on, cannot relinquish.
So tired.
by Brad Morin