Poems from JuliannaKCruz
Over and over, drilled in my head,
Like a broken record; wish to be dead.
They say it’s for our future, to help to make us smart. ...
Darl was different from those others
He knew without words.
Addie Bundren is dead.
Furious tide of despair.
New Hope. 3 mi
Mournful...
My dear old home, how we have wronged you. So
Blinded by green greed, while your green turned grey.
“Their safety is sound” we spoke...