Poems from CailynEBow
The crack of the whip will always be heard.
A ghostly echo;
It is a haunting memory.
Once there was a dove who signaled peace.
The...
I.
I possess infinite items, yet I have nothing.
My reaches are endless, ceaseless, and pitiless.
Nothing I see will stay out of my reach...
A sinister presence descended over my mind.
It carved out all light and with it,
My sight.
Tears unabashedly pored from useless eyes.
A...