Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2015
Despair and leap
into the cloud of fog
mouth shaped in a silent scream
rain masks the regret that falls from her eyes
will she survive?

her headstone bares her last words
spoken as an angle fell
*i want to live
Fucking tired
Written by
Fucking tired  F/hell
(F/hell)   
Please log in to view and add comments on poems