poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Grief is flattering,It is the noise in the room,That noone hears,So maybe it is silent,The silent elephant in the room,So large in volume,Taking up so much space in the heart,It is tiresome,It nevers asks you if it can stay,There is no consent for the eyes,How they will weep,Without even asking for your permission,It is the […]