Poems from Colosseo26
"Unknown Horror"
Drained and drowsy from head to toe,
Weak and weary, all I know,
Uncontrollable sorrow and ache,
I pray for the better...
"A Line in the Sand"
Deserted cold front far and gone
Until the rise of the nearest dawn
January--hideous winter for it is not what it...
From childhood’s hour I was not the same
As others were; I did not play games
As others played; I could not resist becoming this way
For...