Ft. Lauderdale I’m a lost soul trapped in the wrong era on a path of self discovery. I’m merely an accumulation of my thoughts & experiences. Poetry is my outlet & outcome of my brain's momentary creative short fuses. “Thanks for the tragedy I need it for my art.” KC 68 followers / 3.6k words
When my brain won’t go to sleep When my heart just feels too weak When my sadness seems too deep When my eyes begin to leak ......That’s when I turn to poetry
So I am hanging on by a single ******* thread And everyone around me is running with scissors Like I’m not already filled with existential dread Like I won’t unravel at the sight of their clippers