Crimson twirls—cackles of auburn pierce the night.Sunset faded hours ago,its warmth still burns— Hopeless,Scared, andAlone. These thoughts flicker as I stare into the flame—watching fragmented star light float to the night sky. This and “Locket” were poems I couldn’t record audio for. I think these two particular poems can stand alone.
Indecisive to the direction I go, You’re like the wind. Taking misguided steps to nowhere, your foot’s in front of the other—going somewhere. Having nothing to offer within these bare branches, you still reach out while standing tall. I feel like I don’t belong. You’re a flower in a misplaced forest. When I’m lost in […]