A Smelly Mess
Nobody knows for sure,
the Hell I went through.
I felt like a pile of manure
And my enemies were holding their noses,
Saying, “Shoo!”
They can only guess,
At the agony and pain-
Of this unheard of mess,
That nearly drove me insane.
Mary Bone about Mary Bone
I have been writing since the age of twelve and have had two books of poetry published. My poems have appeared in journals, magazines, newspapers and online blogs. The most recent poetry acceptances are posted at Poetry Pacific, Literary Yard, Afflatus Magazine and my poem, ”Other Warriors” will appear in the July/August issue of Oklahoma Today Magazine. I also like to draw and paint in my spare time.