Pure ~ A Collection of Poetry

Because Sometimes, I Just Need to Write a Poem

I am a human avalanche,

Slipping and sliding down this mountain face

They call life.

I creak and rush and groan and

I'm searching for a grip to slow my descent into madness but

At this point, it all just kind of seems to be an ambiguous,

Inescapable mess.

If this is the storm,

I am the eye of the hurricane.