ANOTHER DAY IN HARDLY PARADISE...........ANOTHER POSTCARD

Almost twilight, another day fading away
Angst-ridden to the bone, I am fighting hard to hold sway.  

WISH YOU WERE HERE..............POSTCARD FROM THE EDGE

Lake is drying, birds seem to have found a new home

This year red roses hardly blooming, in the distance I see a terrible storm.

Nothingness surrounds me as I stand here with my feet covered in loam 

Like a fish out of water, in vain I am trying to find my way back home.