Jan 2019
I'm always trying to keep my feet on solid ground
As the world around me crumbles
Powdered sand
r
u
n
n
i
n
g
through my fingers
I'm glad I have that trust space
Something
SOLID
I can always fall .
.
.
...... on
As the world around me crumbles
Powdered sand
r
u
n
n
i
n
g
through my fingers
I'm glad I have that trust space
Something
SOLID
I can always fall .
.
.
...... on
20.11.2018
I've made the poem end just as unstable and incomplete as the feelings in motion through the poem.
I've made the poem end just as unstable and incomplete as the feelings in motion through the poem.
