PAUCITY OF BEING HEARD: COLLECTION OF POEMS.

« It is said, "If you tell yourself something so many times, you start to believe it."

So, I began telling myself that I was Happiness.

But you see,

You can't just call a Depressed person "Happiness."

So what I eventually came to find out …» ---HI, MY NAME IS DEPRESSED by Lindsey Bottino.

« Stop turning off the lights

I'm still here

Present, yet unaccounted for

Just another face

in the crowd

Sized up …» ---I'M HERE 2 by Joey Conley.

« We pass a dirty alleyway

The scent of urine reaching out

Marking turf where drunkards fight

And vomit up their sour dreams

In reeking mounds that dot the ground

From nightmare bones that won't be still

We pass a block of plastic tarps

Cardboard roofs collecting dew

Homes that hold unquiet bones

Dreamless as these shaded mounds …»---MONDAY by Pam Impson