Nov 2020
A midnight scribble a morning sigh you watch the words curl up and die.
Madness live inside your head of poems lost and pages dead.
A mind possessed by unmade books Unwritten lines on empty hooks.
Madness live inside your head of poems lost and pages dead.
A mind possessed by unmade books Unwritten lines on empty hooks.
Honestly this poem is not mine it is written by "Michael faudet" but it is one of my favorite poems.
