a satisfied feeling is not hired,
tis desired, must be arrested
you must grapple what is gripping your heart, that lump in your throat
PULL IT OUT else it will remain there
for the rest of your days there it will rot
and poison your heart until it is but naught
YOU ARE READING
a years worth of poetry
Poesievarious poetry written between march 2014 to 2015. more will be posted as i find it and stop being lazy.
