Steve Armstrong Poems
|11.||Be Still My Heart||5/30/2011|
|14.||What Is Love?||11/22/2005|
|15.||Life Ebbs Away...||11/16/2005|
|16.||Your Always There For Me||11/20/2005|
|21.||I Yearn For You||12/4/2005|
|29.||Rain Pours Down||11/18/2005|
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She sat there, her feelings burning inside of her,
her love, anger, guilt, pain all eating away at her.
How could she tell them what she felt?
Her own mother and father?
They would never approve of it, they were too old fashioned,
couldn’t see things had changed since their day.
No, it was no use, her only option was…
was to run, run far away, away from the arguments,
shouting and the disapproving stares.
She grabbed the case from on top of the old, antique wardrobe,
placing it on her bed before her,
the bed that she had laid in since she was a ...
There he sat, alone in the tiny,
mouldy, grey-green stone walled cell,
the horrific screams echoed in the corridor outside.
He got up off his makeshift bed – a wooden bench,
and looked through the bars to see what was going on.
He looked, but the corridor was empty,
there was nothing at first,
he only heard the screams and groans of people,
then, he saw it.