Poetry

Thoughts…

I just want to leave this dreadful hole, feeling trapped about to blow.  My world is caving is, the walls so heavy pressing against my chest, gasping for air, tears escape my eyes.  Weakness they call it, sadness I call it, strength he calls it. The weak being that I am, breaking down all over… Continue reading Thoughts…

Poetry

Behind her face (part 1)

The morning sun rises, so does she thinking about what face to wear today. Her eye bags are going to be mistaken for weakness, she thinks, "maybe I should put on some make-up", ya surely they won't notice.  Not being able to spread your wigs and fly, your wigs will surely die. This little fragile… Continue reading Behind her face (part 1)