Poems from brianaresley

I write about the things that others are too afraid to talk about.
Season of Death
The sun is hot, the wind is low and soft against your face. The trees are green, their shadows tall and cool in their embrace. The grass...
Her
Her father doesn't know   Her mother doesn't care   Her sister feels so low   Her boyfriend pulls her hair   She has to hide the marks  ...
Pain
Pain is the one that seeks the darkness.   Always inside and completely lifeless.   It hides in the shadows and inside of your soul;   As...