FearA Poem by WindsorWolf28 Kind of scary to some people. Not really that scary.
Fear.
The darkness surrounded me as a little girl. I called for my mom, but at first she slept still. Tricks. My eyes played to many. I could see blood. The tears were ready. Nightmares. In abundance. So vivid. Why dream these things, If I know some day I'll live it. © 2014 WindsorWolf28 |
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WindsorWolf28Pasadena, MDAboutI'm a depressed person, that doesn't make me suicidal. I love to write. I hate math. I write mostly poetry and short stories. more..Writing
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