Oh how the days seem to turn,
From a hellish nightmare where I burn...
The darkness gathers.
Casting blackness upon me...
I cry at your very happiness
No, not because of jealousy...
A swipe of the blade.
Everthing goes away...
Devastating news
of losing an unborn child...
( story done for a challenge of picking one of the...
Tiny little mice were running around in the field...
Fingerprints kiss ivory,
composing keys only the eyes...
My father help me through these tears
Take away all my pain and tears...
Departure took away the little dreams
I had budding for us. There were barely...
Standing in the shower,
feet firmly on the ground...
The blade sits across the room
Beckoning me...
Insomnia, is what I used to have
and tears, accompanied with yearning, welling up...