William J Breen Jr., lives in Methuen, Massachusetts with his dog, Jeff. He tries to write every day. Writing is a release. It is how he lets out the pain that will not go away and for him, it works great.
A Poetry Collection - The rain gathered—in a puddle on the street
I could see the buildings night light reflecting in the street
Was my reflection looking up at me?
Like a piece of +glass—it followed me
Sky foggy gray—sun doesn’t want to come out and play—today
A poetic path through pain and healing.
I have my own private TV
I will elaborate
It plays on and on but different scenes
I wonder what’s on tonight on my private TV.
My poetry is very dark, I feel I must explain.
I am not whining or crying,
I am just trying to let it out.
I try to fix it; all inside my head.