Poem, Rhyming

Day 99: And So I Write…

Hateful words spun from merciless​ tongues, Venomous eyes staring from faces so young, No reasons needed for chants that stung, Just scars on memories of heroes​ unsung. Not sure I can win this fight, And so I write... Cold blankets lay on a queen bed, A silent testament​ to the lies you said, Promises of… Continue reading Day 99: And So I Write…

Free verse, Poem

Day 67: Scars

Some scars Are hidden behind layers of fear Because you know You should be over it by now And yet the wound keeps bleeding Toxic in its waste Spewing venomous sounds That build to words of doubt Cripple the tongue As it tries to deny That this pain is not real And this pain is… Continue reading Day 67: Scars