Poems from kitty451
The nights were long
and lacked of rest,
my head: aching,
my body: tense.
The cold air
and cold stone
made my firing hope
dim and flicker...
I hardly watched my heart,
nestled warmly in my pocket.
Most days I hardly took notice.
But some I did.
I took it out,
and stared at...
Run down that runaway train,
Hold on to that wild buck's reins.
It's a crazy adventure
with a beautiful lure.
Oh, kill me with your hands...
It was dark, by my eyes and by my mind.
I stared blankly forward,
trying to gather my bearings that were scattered beyond my sight.
My...