poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Put me to sleep,A cot, to let the child in me sleep,The exhaustion is oblitering,My mind, a space for a tornado,Grabbing all that is in sight and morphing dust,I remain in solitude, to at least hide this obscurity in behaviour,The primal laws do not account for this,Why work when your body is burning?What is peace […]