I have been dealing with a cold all weekend. Ugh! I did manage to type up some poems and write a 5 pages story. Not bad I'm going post the story later on this week. I have to change the nanes. I use real people names. So here one the poems I type up, found it while I was going through my papers. I have no idea when I wrote and still trying figure what the poem is really about.

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How naked are we
in the face of everything of him.

Who’s more of a shadow created
by a sun and trees. And we are kept
in our place by words utter by him.

To say there is a void
is the celebration of evil.

Yet, there is this void known,
lodged in the air we breathe.
Snagged on the faith we need to live.
Like a hook, tearing at the flesh of us.
Yielding to the separation of us.

The void’s name, is faith.
grounded by a speck of reality.
The thing, we believed grasping the hope
is false, like a day opening will be sun.

Ending with a storm,
when we hope for the perfect day.