I try to fight but my bruised words dont let me free.Cranes fly, we die, and im still moving forward.Yet my bruised words dont let me free. bazel42 VT 14 years old
Poetry By bazel42 Forgotten memories My home is roughened with bare hands.Worn over by wasted time.Rain and wind tear me down,And I let it consume me.The sorrowed tears of our loved ones.Leaving traces of their story.
Poetry By bazel42 Wall Walls.They hold me hostage,from the world outside.Escaping?Not an option.Im cuaght in my own words restricting my freedom.
Poetry By bazel42 Flowers forgotten These flowers wilt with are worried sorrows,Bringing back the beuty unseen. Through this earth are petals crumble.And unhinge these hidden secrets.
Comments
Log in or register to post comments.