Poems from Shambrica Walker
Each breathe is just another inhalation of these gas like fumes distributed to toy with the mind of the young. Conspiracy you may say.
My mind constantly clouded by her thoughts of despair.Thus here I sit inhaling the fumes life has to offer. Standing lost in her wondrous...
To be happy, society screams at us with images of perfection. What you wear, how thin you can be. Who you are never mattered. The pain...
Life is a mysterious wonderland. We are all that little alice, Trying to find our way.
Through blurry eyes she views the beauty of the world, yet those who see clear see an abyss of nothing.