Looking Into the Void The edge is a tempting place For me to go to scream, Looking into the Void I can scream about all the things That I should somehow avoid. The edge calls me forth, The need to speak unto the…
Tag: Poetry is not dead
Hour One
About us draped the past Please understand that we have always Had the past wrapped around us, Echoing the moments that we lived… We wore it proudly because it made us Into the people that we were, Folding us like origami into individual…