Poems from ss14959
I feel shame when they speak of me in angst.
Despicable, detestable. Hated and feared.
Why must they fear my darkness,
When the peace it...
I feel sorrow when they speak of me in angst.
Despicable, detestable. Hated and feared.
Why must they fear what should bring them joy?...
By candlelight I spent my hours,
Writing my memoirs, sweet and sour.
I felt my wilting will go slack,
As a cold hand rested on my back.
It...
A slumber untroubled, wakened only by a sigh of summer.
Unto the clouds it speaks of ages long forgotten,
Seasons long fallen into cycles...
World of wonder reveals itself,
Reasoning takes a step back.
I reach for words, and set them down.
To rest on a page of my own works....