It doesn’t matter how many yearsWave after wave flows the tearsEach new loss brings pain of its ownIt cuts so deep, right down to the bone Grief is a scab that is easily tornThere is no end to the ways we shall mournA song, a scent, a picture, or sightReopens the wounds and we feel its bite A pain unique, unlike anything elseWorse than the whip of a hundred beltsA love … [Read more...] about Grief Is A Scab, By: Steven Mcdonald
Prison Teacher, By: Steven Mcdonald
Classroom ofkillers,rapists and thievesHope they gotno plan up their sleeves Manipulation mastersObserve like a hawkTheir gait is a saunterA rooster-like walk There are thoseWho want to learnAnd others releasedSoon to return Some have tatsCovering their faceBe waryThey valueTheir personal space Their casesThey loveTo tell me aboutI nod my headBut the pencils I … [Read more...] about Prison Teacher, By: Steven Mcdonald