Poems from naughtbutabreeze
The boggarts are drawing near
unearthing each of my deepest fears,
petrifying me in my waking hours
bringing forth horrendous screams,
...
Flickering lights lacking clarity
burn into a patient’s eyes
as hope and loss mingle
in daybreaks sweet demise,
while a clean, cloying...
Assisted Suicide: The Right to Die
Sitting in a bed with walls
as white as sin all around
and a dread that permeates
the very air and...