What do you do when your body has gone cold on a hot summer day?
Minutes and seconds slow down as your mind becomes prey.
Tremors of shivers travel over the skin,
A cry for help as manic laughter turns into a sad grin.
The need for a long hug and the words of comfort,
But the gripping fear is a stop sign of bearing the cuts and bruises for support.
Tears pool up, overflow, fall and dry,
Trying to convince myself all I have to do is try.
Writing this helped to calm me down,
However, how long will writing produce a smile from a frown?
~Alis Grace.
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ALIS GRACE
PoetryTHE CONFUSION OF A PERSON, OF A THING; A NEW IDENTITY, A NEW LIFE OF WHAT IS THERE TO BRING, THE STORY OF A PERSON WHO HAS LOST EVERYTHING, A NEW DRAMA PEICE IN THIS WORLD OF SIN. QUEUES OR LINES, FEAR AND LOVE WHAT IS TO BE EXPECTED IN THIS BOOK VI...
