Crooked Lines       -           Amanda Harper   2001



Crooked lines
Mostly dashed.
Just like my hopes
And my dreams.
I used to have them.
Now my sleep is
Nightmarish.
Like my life,
Filled with dark,
And monsters.
They come for me,
Wanting my soul.
It used to be full,
Now it is empty.
Devoid of hope,
Dreams and peace.
Now there are just
These crooked lines,
Which are supposedly
letters...