Trickling down my eyes canvas,
Tears waterfall towards the ground beneath me...
Oh gracious mother was too kind,
Refilling my bottle as thoughts weigh heavy on my...
Here I sit with a bottle down,
Yet I still here the voices of people laughing as...
The air
It seems so heavy...
**This poem was a club challenge in which we had...
Occasionally I question how others view the world...
I can't explain the turmoil inside;
It reaps me blind every time...
I cascade
across tender roots...
Coal dusted face,
hardened eyes...
All of me stacked on top of years
and sometimes the past feels like a stranger...
The thunder wrang out
And the rain came down...
Its hard to run away
from the dark ole cloud...
Do u believe in the art of growing old?
Do u believe that someone can save your soul...