Quiet Time
Underneath the layers of blankets,
shutters, buffer to
time and it's spectors,
a voice as tender as twilight
peels back the covers,
word by word
unscrews the bolts with,
You don't have anything to prove,
You have something to share.
YOU ARE READING
Paint Us Gray: Part 2
Poetry(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!) Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than others, of this bitter brew. This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's grand nar...
