Poems from bailey99
Fluorescent bulbs are my cloak, their soft glow seeping into my skin
Cold hard stone is where I sit, cold hard stones reserved for death...
as I explored uncharted territory
new to me, but only as new as I let it be
an audible crash rang deep in my ears
and sprung to feed on my...
15 years young the day I was arrested
My prison was no cell, but a hospital room
Soft pillows, hard pills
White lights, black nights
Keep...