Poems from shambrica walker
The music seems to drown out her screaming. Silently the tears fall as she bites down to fight off the voice ripping her insides. No one...
This darkened hour pulls upon the deep scars. Hidden in plain sight, the smiles seem to cover the pain.
Writing is like the electricity that gives our world the speed and connectivity that each person is hooked upon to keep their days...
Ambitious being as ourselves shouldn't be discouraged by what is to come but rejoice in talents as such that we may embark on wondrous...
Walls whisper as tears hit soaked pillows, a loud voice from deep inside screams as hearts are racing. Sleep is no longer an option.