Poems from Lona Maier
Shiny,
Sharp,
Cold,
The knife gleams,
calling me,
beckoning me towards it,
urging me to reach for it.
I recoil,
disgust at myself for even...
Tossing and Turning,
Another hard night,
Memories I fight,
What happend?
Everything started as a dream,
We met at a dance,
I fell, he...
Silence...
All I hear silence around me,
My brain is shouting at me to get moving,
To get started in this responsibility of adulthood,
Yet...