Scribbling: #2

Niceville, Florida 2012

I am silent,

Down narrow hallways do I creep 

To the room that holds the girl in a light and shallow sleep. 

She that resides between the spaces, 

In a land of shifting faces, 

Does taunt me with her effortless rest.

Random Scribbling #1

I am looking 

But not seeing 

Inside my head is reeling 

From every battle of the day 

My mouth is moving 

But not speaking 

Underneath feet are floorboards creaking 

From the weight of words to say

You are looking 

But not seeing 

The person that I have become 

Peace, love, and pathetically crappy poetry, 

                                                                Sara