Poems from chelsea.worthington
Tossing, turning,
Sweating, burning. Trapped in a slumber that is not easily broken. You haunt my dreams. I see you, Feel you, Smell you...
Who am I?
What am I?
What have I become?
Angry.
Bitter.
Alone.
The darkness withheld
forcing me to succumb.
Will I get better
through...