I stand on the edge,
Fingers chilled in ice.
The glass is frosty,
Tinged with sadness,
And the tears I've cried.
It echoes,
Solemn in silence.
My screams drown,
By layers,
Looking through the glass.
Ponderings in the dark
By NgoziGardenia
Broken dreams and desires stay, In a place locked far from sight. Being brought up in a dream, Keeping us up... More