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...