wow...this one screamed out to me...

"How many times must I ask
myself why blood slowly seeps
through veins clogged with lonely,
dandelion indifference..."

love the dandelion metaphor...powerful piece my friend. i only wish i could promise better times ahead.
~PA
"These poems do not live: It's a sad diagnosis...And they stupidly stare and do not speak of her." ~Sylvia Plath