Poems from hblack17
A drifting soul Chooses-wandering Its own facade-inspecting
It passes over each-searching
Their loving arms Protruded-hoping
But...
I kept expecting you to come home
I kept expecting to look up and see you walk through that door
I kept expecting that quiet sense of fear...
Death doesn't scare me.It's blankness.It can be nothing else.It's that moment before death that I am afraid of.That moment when I realize...
Who is the traitor?
Who is the spy...
Blinding lights
A screech
A roar
Silence
Sobs in the distance
Pain that will never ease
A hand
Pulling
Then thrusting
Into the...