Although I couldn’t see, something told me that I definitely wasn’t alone in the cellar. What I did know was the feeling of the cold damp stone that made up the floors and walls, and the sound of water dripping from the ceiling, hitting the puddle it created on the floor. I believed at first that my eyes would adjust to the darkness of the cellar, but after some time I realized I wouldn’t be able ...

Life is a wonderful thing

So I’ve been told

But without you it seems cold

There is no point to life at all

Because without you I fall

Life without you is not life

It is a moment in time

A poem with no rhyme

A hamster on a wheel

Life keeps going and going

But without you

I don’t feel real

You are to me

What the sun is to the moon

And without you

The world stops too

How would you feel

If the ...