Visions

This poem is about how i feel about what i see. I love and hate them.

Visions of the future come in my head, 

For i don't listen, 

Surely they'll be dead 

Shutting them out doesn't help they only scream and shout 

I can't take it anymore 

I want them nevermore

To be gone, unheard ,unseen , yet to never leave me 

Death, sadness ,and pain 

Is that the only thing in vain? 

I'll listen and watch , talk and cry 

Anything to keep the Visions by my side 

-Kitty

Reviews

[Fran Young]

Great