Poems from Sherrel
Dear Charlie,
I thought, you must write what can never be said
But you taught me everything you can say
Just through words, or the way
We...
There is a castle which sits on a hill,
The bricks an ominous color which fill
The inside with gloom.
Inside a one window room,
One girl...
I’m strung out.
The guitar strums a tempo I can’t catch.
The ITunes market closed up shop,
Leaving me to scrounge through the last batch
Of...
Push the pins deeper
Let the blood repent in the river
You’ve cried falsely into
Bury your feelings beneath the surface.
You will bare it...
Things are quiet now.
I speak and no one replies.
A cold wind wafts
Through my soul’s transparencies.
My purpose is fueled by one desire:...