my brain stew is getting thinner
food for thought has never been realer
empty chasms hide starving ideas
not enough grain in the mill to grind the gears
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
I do not have writer's block, my writer just hates the clock
my brain stew is getting thinner
food for thought has never been realer
empty chasms hide starving ideas
not enough grain in the mill to grind the gears
