Trapped Poems
done
by Mackenzie Bilz
Why is it, it seems
That all the trouble comes from me?
I’m the reason,
no other explanation
All the pain seeps from me.
Pointing fingers
Frantic eyes
Desperate seekers
To nothing I find
......
The Cycle
by Grace Hough
Bounds upper and lower,
a desert in between,
Nothing but particle powder,
drought cacti are weeping, unseen.
Every decision wrong,
their screams crying,
a rocky dagger so long,
painful gashes - dying.
......
done
by Mackenzie Bilz
Why is it, it seems
That all the trouble comes from me?
I’m the reason,
no other explanation
All the pain seeps from me.
Pointing fingers
Frantic eyes
Desperate seekers
To nothing I find
......
The Cycle
by Grace Hough
Bounds upper and lower,
a desert in between,
Nothing but particle powder,
drought cacti are weeping, unseen.
Every decision wrong,
their screams crying,
a rocky dagger so long,
painful gashes - dying.
......
