i'm at an interlude,
an obligatory interval that has me straining to hear
the thundering noise that everyone else is screaming to.
after a year and a half of raw, bloody voices
i don't mind the elevator music.
YOU ARE READING
poems from the darkroom
PoetryI can't always say how I feel, but collecting poems from the corners of my brain and the millions of half-full notebooks makes me feel a little better. I hope you can relate to them, or at least be distracted from life for a moment :)
