Poems from kbrayer97
what a thingwhen it is fashionableto commit verbal suicidefor a personto implore for the helpthat they do not needand these peoplewho have...
they desperately cling
to their withering branches
praying that the cold
wont come
wont bring autumn’s wrath
the frosty fire that ignites...
what is this iniquity?
why is it that I’m forced to sit
for hours on end
to listen and “learn”
information I will never need
when I would...
these white-washed walls
that cage us in
all I can wonder is
will they wash me away as well?
will they rinse me of my colors
of what makes...
I feel I am still asleep
as I walk these white washed halls,
wishing the summer I could keep,
wishing I wasn't here at all.
With summer'...