Poems from apples1923
I look up at the night sky,through a windshield.The deep, indigo sky, andI look to the stars,
each a person somewhere in the world.Are they...
The rose petals fall so swiftly,
as though they were made of the wind.
They tilt and they tumble,
as though filled with sin.
The dark...
You don't know pity until you see their face. That little lift of the front of both eyebrows. The sad look in their face, full of sympathy...
Daddy, what's wrong?
All I can see is your face.
Your hands wrapped around my neck, black spots cloud my vision.
I can barely breathe....
When I was just a child,
my father caused my pain.
My number of injuries piled,
My screams to stop all in vain.
I hated the day I was born...