Bad poetry I wrote as a teenager, Volume VI
Looking back, I honestly don't know where all this angst came from. Or why it had to manifest itself in such a disturbing fashion. This one is also untitled.
Invade my mind tonight
Loneliness is all around
Everything is black and white
And I, alone, am grey
My hand aches to hold one stronger
So my trembling will cease
My ears wait to hear kind words
To give my heart some peace
And end the war within
I reach out with both hands for only
Pain from those I love
How I wish I could just fly away
As a soft white morning dove
And leave that pain behind
Previously:
Volume V
