by Larry R. Southerland | May 16, 2008 | Poetry
Walks with you, but leaves no footprint in the sand And when you need it, will hold your hand Helps you not to do things when you are mad That would latter make you sad Helps you when you talk So at your comments others will not baulk Helps you when you’re sad...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 13, 2008 | Poetry
Here it is the middle of the night I’ve awaken in such a fright I fill as though someone was shaking me But there’s no one here, so that cannot be Then I hear a voice that was once dear to me But him it cannot be But then as my eyes adjust to the dim light...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 10, 2008 | Poetry
I’ve lost all hope I can no longer cope I’d just like to die But I’m afraid to try I can’t stand it any more I have no one to care for I’m all alone Everyone I cared for is gone With no one needing me to depend on There is no reason to go...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 8, 2008 | Poetry
What kids often need is not that much Just someone with a gentle touch They often think everything they do is wrong For often we lecture way too long They think nothing ever goes right Because we never tell them when they do right We as parents and adults should help...
by Larry R. Southerland | May 5, 2008 | Poetry
Living with P.T.S.D. Is done by thousands even me They say there is no cure And after all these years of this I am sure Most days I am oh so sad I can not even function on some days, because it’s so bad The things I have seen and done I cannot discuss As there...
