Boxes
I never smell freshly cut grass
or feel the warm breeze on my face
I never squint from the glare of the ... |
| Fear Poems | Posted: 03/03/2010 @ 9:26am |
Echoes
The Echoes in my mind, warn me that I have done a wrong.
That I have hurt the innocence of a child who c... |
| Fear Poems | Posted: 03/01/2010 @ 5:51pm |
Trapped
Why is it terrifying to live?
Why do I cry and scream from the torments of my mind?
To feel trapped by e... |
| Fear Poems | Posted: 03/01/2010 @ 5:15pm |
