Poems written by Shepard

Free

Free elegy

The rope around my throat is black That much I know I’m dead because of his heartless attacks The person everyone knows The reflection in the mirror isn’t my own It’s a ghost, a phantom, sitting on his throne His

Why Is It

Why Is It long poem

Why is it, that when I rest I find my hands around my neck Why are my thumbs around my throat Why do I want to choke? Why is it, that in my dreams I don’t see a single thing