My Words
In
The House
Are My paranormal experiences,
Deafness of Voice
I fear The Worst,
oF
Change
My lamp
My poetry
A wick
With What Remains
To the flame
In
Him,
Untouched plains
Where it no longer Rains.
YOU ARE READING
The Hum Of Existence
PoetryThere's not much to tell, Except I Have much to say. And I Will everyday, So I've Learned & managed to express , A little more in a lot Less.
