numbers change
but it's still the same
lying in bed with this void
the screeching voices in my head.
where were the rocks
I use to kick by the shore?
the enchanting voices
that told me I was more?
YOU ARE READING
kinesus: a poetry collection
PoetryWords, how I love them, especially when my heart weaves them into verses that mirror facets of life, most I have worn and seen, some I merely envision. Regardless, the words brought me here, the same way it brought you to me. This is kinesus, a coll...
