Poems from BWintersfield
I am a ceiling balloon
flying high and free
and beneath my little string
All I see is the sea.
I am a robin, flying high
soaring on the...
There’s two worlds I live in
one evil and harsh, against my Will
the other everything I’d ever dream of
there’s reality and fantasy
the...
Wait and dread the final end
the world shows signs of decaying
crumbling under out feet, the chaos
Death readies his scythe in waiting...
Depression
is a pit
a dark hole
inescapable.
You try to climb
scratch at the marble walls
fingers bleed
resistance is in vain
fighting it...
You could escape, run away
never let her hurt you again
but you fight, but you stay
even though you’ll never win
You defend him, protect...