I need to get out, get away.
Tear from these chains that keep me...
You're made of copper,
silver and gold...
Row, row, row;
Sometimes I find it hard to look at myself in the...
Will you blow her candle
when time comes...
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...