Biography of Denise Miller
I write to escape.
Denise Miller Poems
I love you with all my heart. And my thank yous are not enough. You are my guidance, my light. My Angel.
The loneliest night The night that never goes away The night you realize. One, two, three, four
Questions For An Angel
The screen doesn't lie. The truth doesn't hide. I've lost her. She traded in her youth for angel wings.
Caught In The Wind
I can see the sorrow up ahead. I can feel the pain beneath my lungs. I sense the hatred and betrayal. The feelings of the unknown and the displaced.
Hello? Are you there? Can you see me, can you hear me? Can you sense me? Can you feel me?
Hello? Are you there?
Can you see me, can you hear me?
Can you sense me?
Can you feel me?
Can you see the sunken eyes.
The withering body?
The pained expression?
The empty stare?