Prison
Cold , dark , wet
is All I see
all I want
is to be free
my hopes are now
less and less
how on earth
did I get into this mess?
I know there's a tree
Outside this window
A knock on the bars
Came one day
He told me
I could be free
Finally
My hope is back
The allegations were false
Every thing happens
Everything can happen
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of a Blind Girl
PoetryThis a complete collection of the poetry which I have written over my lifetime. I hope that you enjoy them!
