Poems from soceur

Just One
"There are many who's crimson does not hover beneath your skin. Many who did not bend the shape of your nose, craft the shell to your ear...
The Nest of Broken Birds
From my distant branch I see the nest of broken birds. They are huddled close together And shielded from the sun.   They’ve suffered...
I Try to Understand
I try to understand All that’s buried me under these Layers of dust and sand.   If I’m to live in this cruel world, Should I not...
The Walls I Built
Watching the world and floating alone-- I see them smiling, I see them laughing-- While I'm waiting from the side on my own, Just barely...