Light goes thin,
but something shifts within;
I wish I were brave enough to know.
Silence stabs,
like I’d said something wrong;
I wish I were brave enough to speak.
Voices rise,
all claiming to be right;
I wish I were brave enough to think.
Whispers from the Walls: More Lonely Poems to Echo…
Abnormality Agony
the secret code of my mental illness
I Exist
to be rescued from this icy place
Twisted Carcass
perverted desires and poisoned words
Whispers from the Scars: More Poems of Survival and Strength…
Rescued Me
fear of abusive men soon decreased
When Blood Calls to the Moon
I strutted in the presence of Death
Mental Agony
my body stood naked and exposed
Whispers in Miniature: More Micro-Poems to Discover…
When Roots Rot
deceit drained our desire to flower
Deep Black Eyes
while my moist lips trembled