Sara Katherine Dickson
Biography of Sara Katherine Dickson
I am 13 currently. I suffer from depression, anxiety, insomnia, self-harm, suicidal ideation, and so on. Poetry seems to be the only way I can express myself.
Sara Katherine Dickson Poems
I am... I am... I am something. Something growing I suppose.
Tap tap tap tap Fleeting tears upon broken glass In the distance-Nothing Nothing!
Long stood I Under the cloak of night Where shadows play Under the moon's dim light
Standing upon a dream carcass I ponder Who holds my identity Since I am no longer me?
In The Land Of Shadows
A lonesome path, which now I walk, this Desolate world, where the trees ever mock Me as I wander near Caught, ensnared
The sun rises, It's rays the fiery feathers of a phoenix, And dawn plants a soft kiss on the horizon, Her pink cheeks and rich blue dress,
Standing upon a dream carcass
Who holds my identity
Since I am no longer me?
Under my feet
Bloody, crimson muscle glitters under the red sun
And where once was a beating heart and a living body
Naught remains but a pile of smoking flesh and bones.