It cut me,
It pierced me,
It burnt me,
It broke me,
To zillion.
Pieces of puzzle Undone...
My pages done
I saw black
They saw red
I felt cold
I felt numb
Naught but a dry soul...
Body crumpled
Filled in yellow
The only voice
My dying soul hears...
YOU WILL SURVIVE!
YOU ARE READING
TO SURVIVE
PoetryAnd the most terrifying question of all may be just how much horror can a human mind stand and still maintain a wakeful, starring, unrelenting sanity. ~ Stephen King ...
