poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
there it is, What they stole from Me,Those Summer Days,That weren’t really real,but were the Best I could See Well,They were the Glorious moments,Where I had the landscape, and could see the Potential, But continuously grieved the Absence of it, It was strange, but inherently, I knew something was wrong,Even when I knew no better, […]