My name is Jack Lassatar. I am 15 years old and have been writing poetry for about three years. I am also known on other sites as P. M. David. These are both pen names.


The credibility of your facade
broadcasts your disease.
There is no completeness in mine,
the wailing siren of my need
grating your nerves,
driving you away with ringing ears
leaving me without comfort.

My outstretched and empty hand
reaching, panicked
for your delicate embrace.
Not one finger can you spare
for my lonely skin,
you need it all to give
to the one you blindly reach for,
the one who cannot spare.

Copyright 2/30/99 by Jack Lassatar