There is a chaos inside my head.
I cannot seem to follow a single thread
and all logic seems to have fled.
a storm raging through my body.
making everything seem foggy.
when the darkness comes creeping
you turn on the light
chasing away those darkest nights
when breathing is hard you make it easy.
YOU ARE READING
Through hell and back
PoetryThere's a tingling in my fingers. Humming in my head. a thousand ideas just waiting to be read. the page is blank, and the possibilities are endless. - Queen_of_Dead118 Hi! and welcome to my poetry book. First I'd like to dedicate this book to som...
