Poems from fredabomb
In the hole.
Crying.
Bleeding.
Dying.
The darkness is blinding.
Suspended from the ceiling,
Blood dripping, tears raining.
The silence...
The gentle breeze,
Carrying with it the scented leaves
Of a sage tree,
Tingled my senses with delight.
Then some red came into sight,
A...
My spirit feels enlightened.
My body, warmed by the vitality,
And the simplicity,
Of a good day’s laughter.
Such a natural feeling.
Under...
Blanketed by sheets of fluff
Cold and plain these lands become.
Undisturbed and free of footfall,
The endless blizzard expands.
Fields...