She sat alone, huddled,
A waif, so thin and pale,
A homeless child, ragged,
Who seemed so very frail.

Her parents had abandoned

A place without reason in a world without time,
there sits the one of destiny frozen in a rhyme.
Unable to find a part to

I cannot stay strong

when in my own life I do not belong.

I can get along great for awhile

face each day with hope and a

The circle

sitting around
the circle
the ones I know
have left
leaving me nameless
empty
a solid vacuum whom others talk around
laughing
chatt ing
the

Junkyard Tyrant A piece of particle board, with one corner intact Stained by a spill years have buried in the periphery,