Reached out
Searching for something; anything
Pure blackness surrounds
Swallowed into a pit of darkness
Silent screams make not a sound
Whispers of loneliness approaches
The need to disappear
A hand grabs onto mine
Pulled out into the luminous sun
Unspoken words create the loudest song
I think I'll live to spite myself
Holding on tight
About Me
- Krissy Renee Bosworth
- I don't have very many dreams or goals that most people have, some that are definitely unreachable, but worth striving for. Every now and then I write a story in my head or pen a poem down. The only way I know how to express myself through words is through my writing.
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