Poems from kstrat15
Down far below in the cellar,
There is a window
I look out somtimes.
And I see my reflection-
My soul much like my foe-
Staring back at my...
The body is but a physical shell
In a world made of an equally physical realm.
It's wants, it's needs, can only be physical
Like a child...
My heart is splintered by this winter air,
The still, silent, stabbing air.
It pierces my lung with each breath
Like a hunter aiming to...