Dull is not a fun feeling to describe
Like unsharpened pencils trying to make their way inside
I would prefer the initial poke
If I could bleed my voice would go past a croak
But everyday news feels like butter knifes sinking in
Waiting for the moment it finally breaks skin
YOU ARE READING
Accepting what I cannot
PoetrySynopsis After years of unresolved trauma, I have decided to write a book consisting of poetry that I have written in some of my deepest moments of self-reflection. Some bittersweet, others uncensored with raw emotion. I mention both the strugg...
