POETRY GALLERY 

~*Green*~

The hands are cold, They freeze like ice.
The eyes are sharp, They pierce, They slice.
In the dark the silence screams.
The darkness rushing through my dreams.
The truth is hard. It drills, it kills.
The blood is red. It fills, it spills.
Listen to sounds only you can hear.
Green with envy, white with fear.
The guilt. It turns, it churns, it burns.
The hate.  It stares, it glares, it tears.
Your fear, it laughs with painful pride.
Your running with no place to hide.
Where was the truth in all the lies? 
Why can't they hear your desperate cries?
The first to notice, the last to care.
This loneliness I can not bear.
All these thoughts they have consumed me.
All these thoughts they have ruined me.

~Caroline Rose