My Seat
Cracked glass and grime
But through the dirtied window
I can see snow fall.
My Mask
Flowered mask of rose
Vines and thorns interlocked
And behind the mask...
My Lazy
TBC, i guess
That would be me. I'm not proud
Of my cliffhanger
My Confidence
Two fingers; hard to come
By, but when it does, i will
Savor the moment
My Fear
I want to sleep well
But what will they say when I
Close my eyes and rest?
My Cowardice
I don't have to hide.
I could be me. But me is
A coward. Im.. afraid.
My Mirror
Snow is beautiful
A cold, silent, ironic
Killer in the white
My Voice
I can't use my voice.
It was left in the storage
Room for too long. Broke.
My Wings
I just wanna swing
And fly far like i've never
Been touched by chains
YOU ARE READING
Wisteria: Haiku Book
Poetry"I watched you turn From light blue to dark to black and I could do nothing." ! Cover Coming Soon !
