the evening fog is fuelled with the gasoline of despair, on the fiery embers of what remains within my mind. i once was loud and obnoxious, only thinking i existed if i was seen and heard. if the illusion of time has taught me anything, it is that i can still exist from the depths of the shadows.
i exist here more than i ever have.
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my poetry - kelsey loch
شِعرmy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
