One word at a time…One story at a time.
Isolated within time. Lost by day, lost by night. Wondering what is to become? Uncertainty of what to expect. Looking for light, but blinded by darkness.
By Joe Boesch7 months ago in Poets
Sitting in the street corner saloon, two men argued about the best baseball team in New York. “You know the Yankees are the best,” the one man replied.
Forgetting my past, I move on. I move in step to life, in step to my own beat. No more telling of provocations — no words of hatred.
I walk confused in a direction of unknown. Not knowing which way to turn? Obstacle after obstacle in my way, trying to clear them by end of the day.
