You sit alone
Wondering where you went wrong.
You scream as they beat,
And whip and slash you.
You cry as they throw you
In sandstorms so terrific-
They make blizzards look desirable.
The air slices your skin
While the sand seeps into your wounds,
Making them burn
As you yell out of pure anguish.
The others watch in horror
As your screams are mocked by the howl of the wind.
~♣~
YOU ARE READING
flares of these strange thoughts
ŞiirStrange thoughts, thats one way to put it. A collection of some lines i came up with off the top of my convoluted head. To be frank, I'm not even sure if this is, as one would call it, poetry. The way all this came to be is, well, i think a lot. Abo...
