Poems ✍️

You can't lay it on a slab for me
bold and harsh
I see it in the back of my mind
I hear it when the old story teller speaks
I live it with limp hand shakes
and cringe at the thought of sleeping
you see, it's something you can't run away from
it lingers in thought
flows like a river
and waves through forget me nots
I can cry, I can scream
but the whispers, they haunt me
after midnight in my dreams.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Jan,5/2016