The ocean inside still swelling.
For a moment's time I contemplate drowning, and dwelling.
Foolishly I hold my breath,
Counting the seconds and gasping after 40.
Wishing on a birthday anniversary for death.
YOU ARE READING
P O E M S (volume 2)
PoetryThis 'story' is going to a just different chapters with different poems in each chapter, all of these I wrote. And this is only a continuation of P O E M S. -Spencer
