Poems from Christian Victoria
As the cries of the wronged begin to soften,
their souls slowly making amends,
a new beginning unfolds, and all that is old, slowly...
The beauty within hate, is that there is also love within.
Hope, as it slowly begins to run thin, I walked around, never bearing a grin...
A girl lays in a worn bed. Her beautiful, soft dark brown curls, a mess from the night before.
As she wipes the sleep from her tired eyes...
Shattered Dreams and Bloodied Seams
In a blink of an eye, all is lost as it Seems,
The crunch of metal, the deafening Screams,
Nothing ...