Poems from tweb137

No Risen Sun
Pinches and medicine, Needles and a poke. This just has to be a painful joke. Their squirms are minimal, Their cries are silent, Allowing...
More Than A Glance
Behind a metal door, My heart begins to feel sore. It’s been beating painfully for days,   I’m hoping, just pleading it’s a daze. Pairs of...