Dusty Roads

Dusty Roads by Ronald J. Hoffman   While I walked dusty roads alone as a little boy, wandering the fields with an eye on home, I would wonder what would become of this place in my heart, would it turn to stone, hardened and discolored, or drip love like from the heart of a new…

While I Watched You Dying

While I watched you dying I drew a portrait of myself Years I was trapped gasping and crying and knowing you helped me live with myself The way this offer feels I just might accept it. Comfort can’t be felt nor the pain, And promises I seek from those who would pay me no attention….