She trembles in the night.
Slowly shaking, slowly breathing.
Oh how she is sorry for that broken promise.
She did it again.
She
Drew pictures she wasn't supposed to.
Oh but no paper nor pen was used.
Only a small price of metal and a sliver of skin.
Oh how she is sorry.
She has realized how this is all of her problems.
However she does not care.
The pain is relieved and that is all that matters.
-Leo
YOU ARE READING
Diary Of A Poet
PoetryYou must understand what this has become. This has become the diary of one. One poor soul mixed with society grasping for the help of writing.
