Molten🔹
Just when I start
to feel an ounce of sympathy.
You stir the pot
and my cool cauldron
resumes its' resentful symphony.
You wake up the sleeping siren
that resides within me.
YOU ARE READING
Rifts
PoetryWords from one mind to another. Words sealed behind ribbed cages of paper thin covers. Words dispersing this world's most clouded colours. Before the release of my debut collection, 'Writing My Wrongs', I decided to revise some of my older works. ...
