Poems from Grahamacre00

I hate myself and want to die The chant in my head As I try to work  Sunlight in the windows But none of it falls inside I hunch forward...
I want to be a creator A contributer and every day my field lies fallow my soul rots and I slowly fade  
Dad
I could climb the brick walls of my father's face Abraided by years and razor burns I keep my distance just in case His gaze emerges from...
I writhed across the stars, one night, dreaming of the fars Where in tropical nations, conceivably, the sky turned gradations Of warm...
I must constantly fend for my self esteem because I wound easy and when on the mend I get mean      

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