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Jan 2015
I lay; motionless and sad in my bed.
A giant wave of dreams and thoughts and ideas and plots wash over. Hell.
I'm thinking of every possible thing I could.
But as I push closer. And closer. And closer, on the edge of sleep. I think of you.
The memories I had.
The feelings I still have.
And how you said I was the worst of the worst.
And you didn't even realize your words hurt.
until my scars began to show. And now you're afraid of me.
Good; fear what you don't understand....
Quentin House
Written by
Quentin House  Willard, MO.
(Willard, MO.)   
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   Jesse Madison and Willow-Anne
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