Poetry by TK Chris

Dec 2019

Poetry

Nothing can be done
The ink smears the page
I rush to the next line
A forced race
I have to do better
The words must align with one another
Become lost in a trance
Then the page can dance

Written by

TK Chris 22/F/daytona beach

(22/F/daytona beach)

150

and

Please log in to view and add comments on poems