This is another poem from my adolescence. I dwelt alone, in misery, A shroud of hate lay over all. Too alone, and far too fearful, To let a friend within my wall. A castle tall and strong I built And locked myself within its walls. With my ego bruised and hurting From a slew too […]

One evening, when I was 14 or so, I climbed out on my windowsill and looked around, 8 floors up, over concrete.  I wrote this when I climbed back in. I am feeling much better now. Have you ever? copyright by Peter Flom Have you ever been out on a ledge, looking down? Have you […]