Magazine, website & books written by teens since 1989

Numb...

The waters cold,
So Cold
It presses down, wants me to stop,
To give up,
To give in,
To sink and stay..
I fight it's greed.
I think of the warmth, the love,
But there is no love.
Not for me.
I give into the needy current,
And go,
Numb




Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!




Site Feedback