Don't wander through this glassy surface
Expecting to find more than me
'Cause what am I without a purpose
But a lone mirage to see
Poetry
Rain falls in the night
.
Blackness cloaks the land
in a shadow created by itself
scars open and bleed new blood
wide eyed children exposed
waves crash on sandcastles
still they rightly stand
the moon hides it self
from the horrors being done
.
Rain falls in the night
Sherrice
Dear Sweet Momma E.
The water dosen't flow anymore...
And The graves have been calling my name.
They're serching for answers.
The ground is littered with broken bottels and lost hope.
.
I'v been waitin' for a revival
to heal all the pain I'v been feeling.
It will be a long time till a circus comes to town.
.
Now that this war is over,
can I still be what I wanted to be
befor it started?
Sherrice
A $20 Hell(clean Bed)
The Morning, a 5:30 wake up call
Was a long time ago
Coming back to A house
Far from home
An old Determined house
Interrupted by someone
Going somewhere...
Much too fast
Hot...
Georgia breeze
blows across
lifting sheets
them letting them fall
Dried weary eyes
wanting peace
Are waiting
For something
Right around the corner
Sherrice
