Poems from Victoria Holmes
A hand was placed on a grave,
My OWN grave,
My mind was stuck in emptiness,
While my soul was leaving me... Slowly...
The craft was placed...
I had a best friend,
A friend that knew what time I came home,
A friend that comfort me when I was sick,
A friend that was more than just...
America is a land filled with people,
People who built this place with love.
And with it,
It was hugged,
by all who wanted to be on our...
I always hid myself in the dark, Crying, Wondering when it will end, The negativity I face when I'm home, Alone, with the wicked witch of...