poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Here it is again,This Crushing GriefThat has me Disabled,That leaves me Hanging like a Dead Body, Hanging,here I am Again.Upside Down,A Hang Man, Cut Up, in between Home and Land,that does not Belong to me,It Hurts so cold, Cold deep into my Bone Marrow,It’s like they’ve Cursed my Flesh,My Skin, with goosebumps, Piercing me with every Moment,The […]