It's reasonless emptiness
my room is almost empty
but I made it that way
My self is a shell
while my shelves are tidying
and I'm trying
Almost lifeless existence
which I'm caught in like a trap
caught in for a mystery
I drown in the unknown
is the rain really so strong
or is it that cloud going wrong
Ask into draining darkness
will it come back that I miss
will home bring me back my bliss
YOU ARE READING
paper poetry II
PoetryCalliope, Erato, Euterpe A little collection of rhymes and poems for you to read if you like. The collection is always growing. The refrenced books, music or films aren't mine, but inspirational. Second poetry book of my paper poetry.
