Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2014
remember the sadness you bare
hallow eyes, distant stares
words coherant, then to scared
hoping for someone to care
listening in a diminutive state
gathering the pieces from your plate
thoughts query, am I too late
to rescue, this ill concieve fate
Written by
tom krutilla  justice, illinois
(justice, illinois)   
348
   Christine Morrone and ryn
Please log in to view and add comments on poems