the grey apparitions
hide in my closet
and under my bed.
they try to frighten me
with their red eyes
and sharp, bloody teeth
late into the night
as they sneak around my bedroom.
but they haven't seen what i've seen
in the depths of my mind.
this is nothing compared
to the thoughts inside my head.
YOU ARE READING
growing seeds from wilted roses
Poetrydear reader, my friend, please be gentle for you are reading pieces of my heart written onto these pages for your eyes to read and for your heart to feel.
