Poems from Scotty4154
Pressure is out of control in this waking world of mine, Leaving but never settling down outside my mind. Always returning with full...
I stand in the attic
And say to myself
I need to fix those old rafters
Before the roof falls in
Creak Creak
I hold my wife close
And...
Do you see the man in black?
He haunts me in my dreams.
Slowly follows
Never stops
Yet never closer gets.
Can you hear the man in black?...
The bus rolls up, to the curb of the school
I start down the steps, then trip like a fool
All around me, the kids walk by
I just pick up my...