Even though I can breathe ~Smile in the kitchen – with the August peaches and noisy chatterbe happy – alone – in the quiet darkThere is clutter in the cornersdepression hovers expectantlyI am tired ~and shy away from living out loud. Rating Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments