Poems from infiniteUnivers
At the age of 13,
I began to build a sense,
That something was amiss,
I lived lived with a man,
Who was not my father,
Nor should he...
I hear the never-ending cries of oppression,
The shouts for reform that fall on deaf ears,
Within them, the same streaming tears,...
I try to speak,
The words of my heart,
Yet, they seem to turn to bitter ash,
And I choke on them,
Before they can touch,
The clean,...
A common phrase throughout the house,
From the eldest women,
In a house of six,
Like a tightly woven cloth, we get along,
But when the...
Time goes on for infinity,
Seeming endless and out of reach,
Tick-tock goes the clock,
Round and round the watch,
At the same time,...