by R.D.Wylder | Jun 7, 2014 | Poetry
There’s a storm brewing, darling,Both inside and out.I can hear the rain drops pounding against the windows,Desperate to be let in.I can hear the wind screeching as it vents its frustrationOn man and beast alike.I am cold…Oh so cold.The hair on my skin cuts like...
by R.D.Wylder | Oct 25, 2013 | Poetry
Some people have expressed curiosity about the first poem I ever wrote. If I remember correctly, I was around 15 years of age. I could be a little off about that. It was a lifetime ago after all. I was withdrawn and had great difficulty expressing my feelings to...
