POETRY Words fall in place, stitched into lines, Lines lined so right in stanzas’ might, Stanzas blend so well to give a tune; Thus a...

The “beast me” Marvel why I smile in hardship Why I stay strong in pain? Every scar is a medal That bears the wars I fought and lived,

Piles of pills stored for peace But yet you know it yields no bit, You ride it down, down the vein But yet you know it yields no pain, Crack