2022
The moments of quiet allow the thoughts to seep in.
The darkness of them sweeping across my mind in never ending waves.
I can feel the way they clash at me, attempting to overcome my every thought with you.
The moments of weakness where I cannot help myself, the blanket of darkness being pulled over my eyes.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
