Poems from DrippingFingers
I hate it, I hate it all.
No stars a night.
All those buildings blocking me.
Blocking my spirit from soaring.
I need to leave this place.
I...
I want to sleep.
I want to be left alone.
I am exhausted.
To sleep would be nice.
Sleep has not come in a while.
So exhausted.
So tired.
So...
Not dead but not alive.
I am partly—just partly.
Lying on the roses of death.
I gaze upon the stars.
They glow in the dark.
Beaconing me to...
I am lost in the books of past.
The words of history consume me.
Hidden in the corner I am.
Many laugh.
Many mock.
All respect.
I am lost...
In the moonlight she stands.
Alone she watches.
Her eyes never close.
Tall and proud she is.
Watching, wishing, and hoping.
Our dark angel...