Poems from ShelCo
Only a child.You don’t know.You don’t realize or rationalize.Bearing the problems of the world. Only an adolescent. You start to realize....
Only a child.
You don’t know.
You don’t realize or rationalize.
Bearing the problems of the world.
Only an adolescent.
You start to...
I feel the air
leaving my lungs.
My throat
constricting.
My eyes
welling with
salty tears.
The collar
around my neck.
It is confining....
I am called Monster.
Isn’t that what I really am?
Who can know me well enough
to call me
Monster?
I look around
Alone and secluded.
No...