Poems from vcampbell425
The past,
the present, loom together to torture.
I can't even seem to remember,
or even able to consider, the future.
Everything is...
The pain,
the sorrows,
the noises,
are all consuming me.
Every where I look, there is something that reminds me of that experience and my...
To be disturbed,
is to be obscured.
But thats what I am,
a disturbed person who is a nerd,
Who is disturbed by the presence of the world....