Darkening sky,
Crimson sun,
The creatures look up,
Chest burning,
Stomach twisting,
Into the cloud of daunting death.
Darkening sky,
Crimson sun,
The creatures look up,
Chest burning,
Stomach twisting,
Into the cloud of daunting death.
Hello Self, I’m feeling a lot right now. I really miss Dada, (my youngest brother’s stuffed cat that is lost). ...
I wrote these poems for my family’s Christmas presents in 2014. (Note: My Mom’s poem is not here because she watched ...