Poems from Anri
At the latest hour, in the darkest night is where my thoughts wander each night.
Sleep has not yet come, the nightmares have not yet begun...
Silently I hold my breath.
Warily I hug my chest.
The sky changes as dusk arrives.
I make a wish and close my eyes.
The love I feel in...
The silent, the weak, the weary.
That is who we are.
We have no identity.
We have no voice.
We are but whispers upon the wind.
The darkness...