Touch
Even that tactical comfort for the mind
And that tactile graze of concern - Lost
A whole chunk bitten right out of life
Leaving behind a hole, crumbly bordered
Leaves withering off trees
Irreplaceable cohorts are these
What was a piece in peace
Now lay shattered into pieces
Yet it wasn't because of a touch layed
But because of one that wasn't -Zeta
Sometimes you've gotta let life break you down to see light split into infinite colours; To give you clarity, an essence for your being; Something to hopefully lead you on better.
~Zeta #poetry
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PoetryThese were all on my Instagram... (plus some new ones) Then I began feeling something about it... I'm a quiet kid... always... but how did I put it all out... I didn't want the attention... I liked when I was of some help to anyone out there... some...
