Poems from firephoenix98

Ding. A mallet comes down on the railroad track. Ding.  A bead of sweat travels down my forehead and rolls down my neck. Ding. Another...
Dreaded words that no one longs to hear                                                      Echo...
Here comes the bride, All dressed in white. Walking up the aisle to see her beaming bride. Her father stands besider her, giving her away...