Rotating emotions rolling on a wagon Should I make this world into a full blown dargon? Darkness comes with inspiration Sleepless frustration. It’s the light I’m forcing to have Rather that I’m forcing the shed To bend unnaturally. Ricocheting sleep tactfully. Have we ever had a straight wall? Have we imagine the vertigo fall? Silverfish crawls the unseen spaces, Sleep braces. Perhaps those books that I should breathe in Help will come… Read More
See my thoughts on why I love writing poetry and why I think I am a poet.
Poetry about life given, lived, reserved, presevered.