Spun With Tears

[mistressmorgyn]

Home, love, laughter, sorrow, pain, pleasure, joy, hate
I view the past, the present, the future from the middle of this sticky substance I call life.
It surrounds me.
It clings.
Can't shake it off.
Just can't even if I want to.
I scream, the strands smothering me
Laugh as they tickle my skin.
I review my life and remember...
Nights when I froze

Comments

[vytzka]

That's a very nice poem :)

*claps*