Poems from Drika
This illusion of me
does not define or
confine my
unconventionally unique
design.
Quiet, I seem,
my passion yet
unseen. I rhyme to
the...
I have never known that sweet rush of risk,of doing the unknown without a care,of wandering into the taboo, of screaming forhours untold,...
smilingcracks acrossmy faceit hurts.rips apartthe dreamforgotten.bloody sightinsidethe restsmiling.joy unknownlostinside me.damaged...
They wonder why I don’t speak. The questions are all the same.How are you feeling?What do you want to do?Have you done anything today?My...