Wanda Lynn
Joined March 2021
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The waiting game
Her anxiety grows, alone in this cell waiting for either freedom or she fears more punishment. A tear falls as she gazes around her room. A small childs bed that she had outgrown years ago. A small four drawer dresser sits in the shadows, barely filled with clothes. A small wooden table by her bed that holds her only light.
By Wanda Lynn5 years ago in Psyche
Devour
No one understands the pain, the lonliness, the ache that fills my chest. The fear of failure right outside my door. The heartache thumps my chest. So hard to breath, to eat, to sleep. My mind running constantly, never ending never stopping. Reminding me of the past and filling me with doubts of the future
By Wanda Lynn5 years ago in Poets
