May 2018
I have something to say
but my thoughts scatter
like crisp dead leaves
abandoned by their trees
obscure as ominous clouds
concealing the sun
my wounds bleeding all over time
but these pages remain starkly White
as Iām choking on a mouthful
my mind ruminates
on every last tormenting word
that continues to remain
Unexpressed
but my thoughts scatter
like crisp dead leaves
abandoned by their trees
obscure as ominous clouds
concealing the sun
my wounds bleeding all over time
but these pages remain starkly White
as Iām choking on a mouthful
my mind ruminates
on every last tormenting word
that continues to remain
Unexpressed
5/21/18
