Wilful
Even if the Front Door is locked, someone can still Sneak through the Back Door. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Entries by :Susan-Kay: Hanzlik.
Turbulence
The boat is rocking As the cold waves of life come Crashing down on him. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Wasted Energy
I think of precious Time I poured into thankless Endeavors and weep. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Invincible
No matter how hard They tried to take what was his They left with nothing. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Anguish
I now see clearly How all those years “existing” Have left me nothing. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Reminder
It’s real easy to Judge a Book by its cover Yet, should we do that? :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
Evicted
Just because she can’t Keep up with the rising costs She’s been penalized. :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The American Nightmare
Where should they all go When they no longer have a Place they can call home? :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Retro Escape
His youth slipped away So, now he’s yearning for the Way things used to be… :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.
The Ultimatum
He gave her a choice. Swallow the poison Lies, or… Taste the bitter Truth… :Susan-kay: Hanzlik.