Poems from Annie Richards
Tattered. Strewn all over, like a messy room neglected by its owner. Forgotten. Tucked away, like a doll on shelf covered in dust. Broken....
Do you ever feel like you are disappearing? Like you are slowly losing everything that you were born with. Do you ever feel like you are...
Faces blend into the raindrops
As paintings fade to grey
White washes over all in its path
As underfoot, hearts bleed and break
The sky...
I am a memory
A fraction of what I used to be
Etched in my arm in blue ink
A label, not a name, from the Nazis
Unwanted, now forever apart...
We learned to draw
We learned to listen
We learned to hope
Amidst the darkness
We learned to live
We learned to admire
We learned to laugh...