It sits on the shoulder
Watches from the mirror
Speaks in an impish whisper
Waits until its voice gets louder
It makes itself comfortable
Scratches at the dinner table
Demands with a hunger inimitable
Devours yet remains insatiable
It wrecks havoc finally
Destroys what it can mercilessly
Shatters the peace of tranquility
And weeps
YOU ARE READING
I Am Exhausted
PuisiThis is where I let my mind and inner demons roam. Leaving your thoughts would be much appreciated as I am trying to grow as a writer. Also, don't expect any continuity, these are in no particular order and there is no sytem. Some are older works a...
