I am haunted by possibilities
Worn down by uncertainties-
My mind is an abyss of wandering thoughts and countless measures.
There are things I mean to write, things I need to express
But my heart always ponders
What my mind cannot comprehend.
My works are dramatized and exaggerated-
All that seems to stay are the fragments of an incomplete thought.
I am dull and confused-
Rich but poor,
Worn down but energized-
I am unabridged with an empty mind.
YOU ARE READING
In the Wake of a Morning Light
Short StoryMy collection of poems and thoughts that I thought I'd publish because I am painstakingly narcissistic.
