POETRY 2001
Sadness
Oh sadness, oh terror, sunken to the core. This heavy boot upon my chest. What is living for?
No love for me, nowhere to rest my head. Nothing but grief echoing, horrible red.
A small girls helpless rage. There is no relief only more abuse to go for a heart that cracked apart long ago.
Dec 9th, 2001
Sayeth rzan at
10:37 PM
