Poems from ToxicInyx
If I were a color, I’d be grey
Soul no longer dictated, but not yet light
If I were real, I’d be okay
I’d speak, but I...
An angel can't fly
with defeathered wings.
This angel won't cry,
Nor will she sing.
Beaten and bruised
Tattered and worn.
As pretty as a...
Freed
Freed from your shackles,
Freed from the bind.
Freed from the limits
Of a human mind.
Freed from the problems,
The worries of life....
The 29th of October, in the chilly fall weather
a small young girl visible in the hospital light.
By her babies’ beautiful form she is...
Her skin so pale Chalk white Even as dawn breaks of the Horizon. Her tricolour eyes watch Grafather sun rise Wet sorrow melts the colours...