Nicole Johnson

Category: poetry

  • Skye

    If I could wish for anything at all It would be to grasp my womb and bring forth the life that was taken. The occasional blissful dream brings new hope of your existence. The sound of children playing sends my mind into a frenzy as jealousy creeps through my soul…

  • One for the devil

    Gazing out of the window, My mind wandering. Thoughts begin to process, yet nothing comes easily. I watch as the children begin to laugh and play, wishing a smile would form upon my face. I can feel it, feel the sudden unease of the fight within me. Closing my eyes…

  • Nevermore

    Soul that bleeds, yet does not speak. Sky that weaps, yet does not see. Reoccuring questions that posess no answers. Fortune-tellers’ hands pouring empty thoughts and emotions. Civilians passing by strangers with angelic faces. The faces of loved ones that never made it. Heads spinning at the sound of the…