poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Is this Defeat?The final goodbyes?This withdrawal,The bodies natural response to embalm itself,To tighten the white around body? Or is this just the start of an awakening?A shakening of past and present,To remove the dark out of eyes,Only to bring fourth the fruits of hard labour, Is this a letting go?This numbness has become a Game,Luis […]