Poem -
Little Screamers
Driving I see the demons
They gather in the lights
That pour out like gold poison
Spilling the little devils into the air.
I am tired of the sight.
Longing for the comfort of sleep.
I gather the wind and ice.
Into my knowledge of today.
Letting go of your memory.
With all the little screamers.
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Comments
Charlotte AWSOME write please put more out.....dont be shy...this write showed fear love and comfort....very alive write
I agree with Mark! Looking forward to reading more from you!!
Val ❤️