Teddy Dondanville


Eyes to the sky I watch the clouds revolve. Feet on the ground I seek to evolve. With each passing turn I feel a greater burn. My place in this world makes my stomach churn. Feeling uneasy, feeling queasy, How I deal with this is not easy. The earth can’t stop, won’t stop. You can clean up these emotions with a mop. Having expelled this sickness, I look to recover with quickness…. Read More