Samuel finley Poems

When I close my eyes, you're the first thing that I see.
When I think, you're the first thing that I think of.
When I smile, you're the immediate suspect of the deed.
When I dream, you're what I always hope to dream of.
...

Won't you please tell me naught have I to worry about;
this man thereat you work, he's not going to turn you somehow?
Won't you please tell me I'm only torturing myself,
that my anxiety couldn't be closer towards unsound?
...

A safety pen; skin so paper thin,
there's nary a task breaking it.
You contradict the safety that labels it.
Blood trickles. Although the blood's little,
...