subsiding repetition seemed inconceivable and to reside at the brink of light was all but but achievable, and to rebuild you must first fall apart but to find peace with mind you must first with heart MJB
(-X) is a series I'm doing where I'm going to be posting a string of poems that are 10 lines or less over the course of the next few days that are compiled with emotional brevity. Showing that the lengthiness of a poem doesn't necessarily validate the meaning, truth, and heart put into it.
If anyone would like to be a part of the (-X) movement, message me on here or email me at mitchjburke@hotmail.com, spread the word!