There's coffee at my wall
I wish, I'd not think at all
Like in meditation
But I am not so patient
Looks like the walls crying brown tears
In fact, why shouldn't it have fears?
It's a wall, not a hero.
YOU ARE READING
A kind of mind
PoetryI work as a trauma consultant. This means I'm trying to help people who are traumatized because of various reasons. This book is full of poetry which I wrote after long days of work to ease my mind.
