On auto drive I climb spiral stairs,
Grasping the guardrail as I go.
Through small windows I see the glares
Of the boat’s fading glow.
I've walked down this busy street before,
All these cars and shops, I've seen.
Just up ahead there's a corner store,
Wherein there dwells a queen.
For a time I thought the world was kind,
I thought I’d do my time with ease.
An optimistic view left the past behind,
Like a swift wind through the trees.
Hello there! It’s me again.
It seems it’s been too long.
I was born in Phoenix Arizona. I had a wonderful childhood. Life for me would be easy, despite what others would say. I would live and be happy. I would love and be admired. Then suddenly one day everything changed. My idealistic life and sweet dreams vanished.
I began writing when my grandpa suddenly died of a heart attack in 1997. I was twelv ...