Stumbling so much
Getting close to the deep end
Is something that I would
not recommend
Forgetting all alliances
Becoming self-reliant
A.K.A. defiant
Shedding the traditional mold
Turning a half into a whole
Fixing the divide
Finally becoming alive
This is it
The reason why I exist
Blurred lines
Unsure as to why I cannot
remedy the plot
The reason why I started
Quite unclear at the moment
There is much going on
But I never sought this commotion
-K
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy Dreams
PoetryMy poetry is an extension of myself. Every time I write, I stain the page with portions of my thoughts and emotions. Pieces of my former self lie in the stanzas. What is left is the current version of myself. This is my story, more or less.
