This river reeks of shameful impurities -
stretching; contorting snake strangles land...
I have been working on this piece for weeks now...
Unpredictable Tomorrow...
I wander cold, when all is told,
Alone within my heart...
Nine in the dark, hundreds in the light,
Why, I ask, do we cry at the first sight...
This revolution is innate to every individual,
Mankind's rebellion awaits your contribution...
I do my best,
But my best is not enough...
Thoughts drizzle, head of confusion
time frolicking dangerously, back and forth...
Im sorry for my insecurities,
If they disturb you in your sleep...
An attempt born of sleep depravity
To make sense of this haunting smoke...
Never in my wildest dreams
I thought that I would understand...
This isn’t a poem about renunciation. It isn’t...
for introverts on how to vanish from a room full...
I am a squiggle of imperfection,
a reality that bites...