Poems from Holden Van Housen
In the hanging garden.
Death.
Death is calling.
It wants.
It needs.
For me.
To be set free.
Tiresome eyes.
Rotting mind.
My body is......
She is recollections of my past life,
And she lurks in the walls of my terrified mind.
I've been hearing mesmeric whispers from every...
The cold and the confusion.
The overlooked and the overdoses.
The solemn and the silence.
The fatigued and the forgotten.
This is the only...
Every memory fading,
One by one.
Every bridge burning,
One by one.
I took every breath,
One by one.
I will never be free from this...
Devastated and destroyed,
I can feel my existence crumbling.
The tension in my body, the strain in my mind,
The cold in my eyes, and the...