it is human to create
and sometimes we create chaos
ripping out pages until its perfect
but why do i try
when i destroy all that i touch
like the saturated sheets after the fire i set alight
and the long gone lovers i left behind
i feel myself pouring out everywhere
like the kitchen i flooded;
we create
and sometimes we create chaos
t.c
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When Winter Wallows
Poetrymy poetry collection -tc {all writing & photos are my own}
