cavalier juvenile,
has the mind's eye
stared right through
your s o u l now?
has the thought of
d e s o l a t i o n
ever chew your edges
and gnaw up your spirits?
when teeth cut
through the
deafening
silence and
punch through
patches of
u n a t t a i n a b l e
dreams,
what do you do,
what do you do?
YOU ARE READING
Sentiments
Poetry❝ When actions aren't enough to express, let the pen do its magic instead. ❞ © nate k. 2012
