http://slow.writerscafe.org/wyatt The original writings of author Wyatt en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776017917 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 can't sleep. Every time she'll die.Every time I try.The screamsThe painFrom these dreams. He causes them. It won't go awayI hold no swayA prisoner in my headEvery time I lay down for bed.I feel it consume meEvery day the more I seeThe darkness that tries to swallow meEver.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1957179/ I look into the stars and i see a void, filled with starsin them I see the ones that I have lostand with them, the ones I have gainedbut mostly, I see all of the painI lost the one that I loved the mostthe one I started to shape a life aroundthe one that I wanted to care for my whole lifeShe left me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1536639/ Usually a mellow man, willing to just sitHe takes the tortures they inflict.He could hurt them, even kill themStrength coursed through his frame, all six’ two”His chubby build, they don’t see pastHow could he fight, at just shy of three hundred pounds? .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1303815/ Looking in the water,I see a new faceIt’s one I haven’t seen inQuite a whileIt is me, yet notInstead of curls, My hair is straight over my eyesInstead of usual brownIt is now jet blackInstead of hazel eyesThey are a dark greenLike the deep wood.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1303813/ She was willing to careabout himEven when he went insaneShe listened to histroubles Even about the girl with whom he fell in loveThe girl who saw him asonly a friendThat he would give hislife to help.Yet, she still listenedabout it. She listened to.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1303208/ They had been togetherfor a seasonThe leaves had changedfrom green to brownThe leaves had fallen tothe groundThe leaves had been takenand dumpedThe ground had beencovered with feet of snow It seemed like it wouldlast foreverBut then, somethinghappened.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1303206/ When I see her, I feel a blade go through my heartI see her and wish she was mine, and I hersI wonder how she thinks, when her eyes lay on meI wonder if she worries, when I am not nearI wonder if her breath is caught at a touch, as it is with me As she claims another&rsq.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1302635/ He came to me with scars in his heartTelling how he had memories which numbed his mindOne of a man, father only by nameHow the man cared nothing of himWho offered to buy a way to end his lifeAnd watched on as the pain shot throughFor he loved the man, even if not known&nb.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/wyatt/1302634/