Poems

A crispy, sharp, cautious voice. Around the corner I hear a soft husk. It shrieks for something, I make a choice. Around the bend I see dusk. A stream of warm colours flow from the mighty sun. A new day has finally begun, A new day I should enjoy. I feel the flickering heat of a flame scratching at my skin. I feel the sting of a venomous voice, a constant crashing drain. A venomous voice is not a random scene. It makes you careful, you might even scream. It stings and bites,