Search for me and I will give you peace. Let me fall and I become a haunting Echo. Nerves often make it hard to
By Anna Darleneabout a year ago in Poets
Sit with me I need to breathe you in. Lie to me and tell me that not Everything that begins will end. Naked in your embrace, my worries
This used to be a quiet place. The world inside my head, a gentle, quiet reprieve from the dim reality outside. I don’t know how it happened;
By Anna Darlene2 years ago in Poets
The bells tolled in the distance, marking the night and warning the village of the coming offering. Every year this night comes and every year it haunts the forlorn parents of Wrenwood.
By Anna Darlene3 years ago in Fiction
