Waiting, watching throughout the night
Yet struck down by the plight
Of desperate fears
That I cannot escape, my dear
Running, hiding
Slowly dying
But surely its a bad dream
Not the infinite silent scream
Of the broken hearted little girl
Whose mind is not in this earthly world
That stands there in the night
Standing just out of sight
Waiting for a way in
So that Death's work can begin
-A.S
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Another Tragic Story
PoetryA collection of the thoughts and feelings I'm too afraid to share. These words are things I see, hear, taste, and feel. These are the words of my life on a page, this is the tragedy I see.