Poems from heather1296

    I fight to be heard, why is no one listening? The pain that these children bear, they do not understand why their mommy and daddy are...
In May it will be time for me to fly, My possessions I will have to tow, Out of the nest that was built so high, Far away from the dangers...
My hands are sweating, My mind is fretting. The clock is ticking, The time is shrinking. Still I sit here and stare, Spacing off into thin...