Caught
Here I am Still, Unmoved, Unwavering. I stand at a crossroad Caught within a dream. The wind blows, It swirls angrily around. Pushing, Pulling, Taring at my skin. It beats across my body And slaps my face. Cold air seeps to my bones. Yet I am here Still, Unmoved, Unwavering. Try as it might To throw... Sign in to see full entry.