Gabrielle Plichta Poems
|1.||The Travelers Story||1/25/2014|
|3.||A Passing Day||1/25/2014|
|6.||The Girl That Never Sleeps||1/25/2014|
Comments about Gabrielle Plichta
My days are long, my nights are cold, as they are spent silent, and alone. I am at the point where fanatic manipulators die to be. That happy medium between being traumatized and bereavement.
I am now at the point where my sensations are dry. The waterworks that once ran down my face are now dry. I am altering who I am, who I was, what I am. I am turning into someone else you will never know. The old me is dead and dry.
I am tired of dreaming and through with trying. Tired of living, yet scared of dying. Maybe things have now enhanced for you, but you never noticed at all that ...