900 poems
and hundreds to know them,
it’s always been a pleasure.
I shed all of my soul,
heart harder than coal
and these are my only measures.
What is to come?
I asked this question before,
it’s like asking if tomorrow
will bring forth the sun.
Still that question of the past
finds it's way into my present.
The pen sticks closer to me
but it feels like such abuse.
Life is a constant attack,
it’s a journey for a fact
in a world that lacks the truth.
I write about demons,
they’re in you and me
and the only difference
is that I can see them.
Nowhere closer than before,
but at least I’m not bored
after sharing every piece of me
through my expression of words.
Can’t say what comes next,
but I hope I can stay
and I hope you will still read.
Now it’s 901,
but hey who’s counting?
I’ve broken the 900 mark. As of June 13th, 2018 I have published my 901st poem on Hello Poetry. It’s something I hold very close to me, it’s definitely something I’ve grown proud of. My words often hurt me, but they also bring a lot of healing. I mourn with my words, but I also express every single inch of my being through them. Thank you all for reading. Here’s to 900 more!