Heated tears roll slowly down my face
My eyes are empty, my soul is gone
Like a veteran back from war,
I sit and stare with my mind elsewhere
I cry myself to bed each night
I wake drenched in a freezing sweat that comes from my nightmares,
I cry out in my sleep, My thoughts scattered about on no set path
I sit in the corner and cry my pain away
Part of me says run, the other says stay
What can I say? Where can I go?
Who will take in a runaway child?
No place to run, no place to hide
All i can do
Is sit here and cry.
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Nyxx The Alpha Witch
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