poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Losing Them, Is like losing my Limbs,I feel like someone has tied my throat in ropes,Every part of my chest seems to be set alight,.I cannot contain the fire,I have lost the Mast of my Boat,My Blood, the Eyes that watched with Me,How we watched how the House became Prison,A terror attack, We didn’t know […]