The dreams
Make them flee...
Memories that hide in the dirt,
hide from the booze in a broken bottle...
Dead - here she lies:
the dove with no wings...
Tears are falling,
hurt and pain...
The statements you make, '
leave me with my bewailing state of mind...
I face you
through blades that have...
The power of one minds thought.
The power of one hearts pain...
NOT REALLY A POEM
A dark side...
Lightless cloud vacillates
over a crystal heart...
-Note: This poem is for an in club challenge where...
I observed...
Why do they all blame me?
I'm not unstable, not a danger...
As in the scales of justice
darkness lost out to light...