Freedom
The screaming of heathens has ceased
Life is going on
Reality is screaming for my attention
But, I wander through my sub conscience
Faint flicks of screaming remains
My anger is fading rapidly
Is that the light I see at the end of the tunnel?
I believe it is
So close, I can feel it
YOU ARE READING
poetry and Short Stories by S.N. MORRIS
PoesíaThoughts, revelations, and just plain art. ###UNDER CONSTRUCTION## STAY TUNED!!! SNMORRIS IS RETURNING!!! ~~~~~ SNMORRIS
