Biography of Erika Hasbach
A writer of sorts. I have written numerous random poems over the years. Some have made it on paper some have not. I do not write to impress others or any religious maker. I write for myself. I write for sanity
Gentle affection, like a warm summer wave,
Things remembered, Love remembered, bordering insane.
What happened to living simply,
I guess that is just not a reality.
Not something to say aloud,
Don't know how to get this out.
Can't live, Can't breathe, Can't even see,
You, The damned icy breeze.