I know deep down I'm dispensible,
Throw away trash, lowest social rung of the congregation: fully expendable.
But for once I'd like to be irreplaceable:
Like a priceless shiny mantle piece heirloom worth their familial scuffle.
YOU ARE READING
Unfinished Paintings
PoetryA collection of my prose, poetry and epiphanies over the past couple of years. I've always loved writing and composing, but I'd never assumed anything I wrote was worth being read by anyone but myself. Writing has always been a way for my mind to co...
