Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2014
Your cheeks melt from the lava erupting from your soul.
Your body shakes and trembles from the earthquake in your heart.
Your skin constricts from the ice within your flesh.
Time vanishes within the blink of an eye, stops and holds you in this devastation.
Your inner, earthly goddess
Spoke "tread straight through,
your world's depression-
it all shall pass."
Grace Pickard
Written by
Grace Pickard  21/F/Reno, Nevada
(21/F/Reno, Nevada)   
622
   NuurSeraph and wordvango
Please log in to view and add comments on poems