Music stops and silence thickens
With echoing footsteps her pulse quickens
A bridge appears-none too steady
Fist clenches, "We're leaving, Fredy."
Across the bridge a light beckons
Never to return; a reality that threatens
One step, two step, three step, four
Ending the life she knew forevermore
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Where Shadows Grow
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written during some of my deepest depressions. Some are based on dreams while others are based off of my life. It is an ecclectic mix of dark, sad poetry that I hope you can appreciate.
