Anxiety runs high,
People yell and scream,
Anger spikes at its high,
trying not to be mean.
Yells can be heard,
Just wanting them to leave,
The gets get scared,
and hope they take their leave.
Children hide, begging for end,
Their ears hurt from noise,
They beg for a friend,
Wishing to play with toys.
A girl on the brink of madness,
Waiting to talk to her love,
He will help her with this mess,
Only he can help her rise above.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Nightlight
PoetryThese are my poems. Every single one I have written. I credit the title to my amazing muse. I get inspiration from many things and I often like to dedicate my poems to those I feel most need them, or need a smile. Have an amazing day or night or whe...
