Poems from ciarahampshire
Quietness swept the nation.
The only noise that could be heard was a small ringing sound.
No one talked.
And no one cried.
They just walked...
There are many things in life that don’t make sense.
Why are we here?
What is our purpose?
How were we created?
I wish I knew.
I can’t...
honey-swirled eyes,
tightly coiled raven curls and chubby, rosey cheeks.
the biggest, yet smallest, details.
i notice them.
curled fingers...
purple marks and crimson welts.
what does it feel to be hit with a belt?
emotional pain and ear-pounding shouts.
why wouldn't you push him...