Poems from yl15
Getting lost in the dusty pages,
sifting through distant memories.
A cup of hot chocolate in hand,
listening to the wind whistle outside...
This mask I wear... is one with me
I am fury, passion and chaos.
Hiding behind this curtain,
hiding these silent tears trailing down.
...
I shall climb a mountain high!
Hear the wailing wind cry.
Lie and roll down grassy hills,
Count the mountain wolves’ kills.
I shall make...
I can feel their eyes running up my back,
slipping
down
my
spine...