Poems from FireAndIce328
Clean commode
Cook, do dishes
Can't sit down
Contort towels into swans
Constantly being yelled at
"Cinderella didn't clean the living...
His eyes are as deep as a mud fiddle
Hair more soft than newborn kittens fur
Hands long and lengthy, around my little
Clear tears begging...
Thursday funerals are not
Happy. None are really. I
Understand they are necessary
Really. Rainy, sunny, still
Sad mourners suffering in...
What if
Everything
I ever knew
Was all a lie? A fake?
Would everything I thought
Fake be real? You nor I would
Cease to exist, our fears,...
Vines choke her Faith
telling to quit Hope
holding on to Love