Poems from TayJaeThorn
I am so fatigued; my eyes have grown fuzzy,
The words have turned rigid and bland.
From White to Grey to Black-
I can feel the slipping of...
I am the Student,
Who passes every class.
I am the Girl,
Whose love never lasts.
I am the Hobo,
Who begs for food.
I am the Blind Man,
Who...
This dark plague is creeping-
Crawling, seeking, sleeking-
Upon me it smothers my lungs,
And though I wish for you to stay
I must ask you...