poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Eyes lock,The pendulum ticks,Shifting and rocking the angels back into tune,Into alignment,The song is sung from the heavens,The harmony,Itching to be heard, now, screaming,With clicks on jigsaws,The comfort is felt,and I just know, Yet everything beneath me, seems so out of line,It feels as though the ground is crumbling,and I am running to safety,The uncertainty […]