I am nothing but the shards of my youth,
Torn to shreds by the winds of reality
Anchors held to you can'ts and you shan'ts
Ripping my tattooed wings from bubblegum packets.
Robbed by time, wonderlands closed their gates
so I'll leave my dolls, choose doors now
hope small footprints be left somehow
hide the child in a sanctuary, somewhere sound.
—080722
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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...
