Fear at 3 AM
I awake to a scratchy throat and empty lungs until I gather myself and stare into the blackness. There is no one around but I can hear the voices of…
Poems
I awake to a scratchy throat and empty lungs until I gather myself and stare into the blackness. There is no one around but I can hear the voices of…
The feeling of pain and embarrassment for the things I have done Haunt me into the navy blue nights, Where you can’t see the stars, It looks empty out there…