Poems from nickredinger
The world is empty; there is nowhere to run.
The fear, whether fatal by self or empathic is immense.
Hope is sought, however, the dismal...
Why do I care so much?
Why don’t I just run away?
Trapped in a mind, all my life,
Which flinches at all the pain.
Overloaded and...
At what price do the evil deserve to die,
If an evil was taken, would it be fair to take an innocent life
It may be proportionate, but...
Past returns with the names I have learned,
And the names I have yet to hear.
The reason I read those whom I secede,
Is because the path...
A venture which begins with a step,
A cliché repeated throughout history.
The friends we must not forget,
Four years leaves oil-paint...