Poems from zeppelingirl
Irish American, Down to earth, no BS type person. Earth lover, Airbrush artist, Animal lover, People person. Love Rock N Roll & MMA.
A father takes, eyes closed, that which he has no right A child cries, traumatized, a closet hides her pain The child dies, awakes to...
Tiptoes, softly, gently steering
he towards me, and me I'm fearing
thief of childhood ever...
My ears pick out his sounds - in the dead of the night I hide under the covers - out of mind, out of sight I lay frozen with fear - while...