- The voices still echo
in my ears.
A blur- distressing memo
a father with anger and fear.
- Pieces of puzzle joint together
to create a life of joy.
But for others.
Not for me.
For I am a puzzle piece lost
in a dimension for
cruel hearts and
minds weak.
YOU ARE READING
This simple, complicated life.
PoetryA collection of poems that I wrote when thoughts overwhelmed me.
Puzzle piece.
- The voices still echo
in my ears.
A blur- distressing memo
a father with anger and fear.
- Pieces of puzzle joint together
to create a life of joy.
But for others.
Not for me.
For I am a puzzle piece lost
in a dimension for
cruel hearts and
minds weak.