I bore witness to your dying light.

To belief what you have not seen with your own eyes.

Good things happen to good people.

We will defend this land from enemies, all, without and within! Tyrants beware!

The inspectors of incecti throw a clue on grime.

Eyes are like mirror ,they never lie.

Somebody needs to start caring about the choices we make and the actions we take. Our choices and actions may seem harmless and directed at nobody in particular, but everybody is paying for it – you, me, everybody…

What I was waiting for never came.

She is so guarded.

Witness to Murder a poem by Jennifer Jo Fay. A scary poem about a witness who has seen a murder and is afraid for her life.