Here I am, phone in hand.
Yet everything feels bland.
Few of my thoughts land.
They just fall, like sand
Into an endless pit.
Is this my summit?
This just can't be it
So I can't just quit.
I must be something more.
Someday I'll find some lore.
Something to be proud for.
Soon some ideas will pour.
YOU ARE READING
ImmortalVirgo's Book of Poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems, both new and old. From all accounts I've owned on wattpad, and random ones I've written on my own time.
