Poems from soulful_sonnets
The desparation of my heart
Torment turned to art
Love denied
Torture supplied
Little girl died inside
Try to make me speak
Is it answers...
I gently pull the stitch
My craving formed by an itch,
Of the need to express emotion
In the midst of this commotion
Tears soak my face
My...
Hands or claws?
Fangs or teeth?
Fur or skin?
The broken dishes
The broken chair
The broken girl
The broken home
Shakingly removing the...
I step, breathe, repeat
Cracks, sparks, heat
The fluidity of my steps become unassertive, unsure.
I look to my fate
What I have earned for...
Her voice travels through the wind
At first so strong, willful, sure.
But as it travels, it fades, lower, softer,
Untill nothing is heard...