Poems by
Dennis Martin THINGS CHANGE I always dreamed of this day A day when my life would be as normal as the people you see on TV A day when all the rain stops, and the sun come out and shines Shines the light of a new beginning on my life My new life How did this come about, you ask? It seems as if overnight, in dog years My new job makes me feel My new home makes me know My new friends show me how My old feelings disappear like a pair of old shoes They will not be worn again I will never put them back on again I never liked the way they fit anyway So happy now Yet and still waiting for reality to hit me again like a fist trying to knock me out But this time, unlike the first, I am better equipped to deal To deal with this new storm To deal with the way Things change
FALLING BODIES Sometimes I feel my body Falling Into a deep dark place A place I know all too well A place I said I don’t want to return to, but Yet and still I am ready To go there on Friday night My life Drinking, drugging, sexing with other Falling bodies My mind drifts As I get lifted Into this place I don’t like it any more But now I know And it is a big difference Once you know better Please don’t let my body Fall Not again I don’t want to be a part of the Falling bodies
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