This doesn't have to be
What it always is
This doesn't have to go
How it always does
And yet
Somehow
It always ends up the same
No rhyme
No rhythm
Or the same rhyme
Same rhythm
It's never going to stop
YOU ARE READING
365 days of Ashes
PoesiaOne poem a day for the next 365 days. This is my 2017 in two books and 365 poems Some poems are narratives of my life and thoughts, others are complete nonsense; figuring out which is which is the best part.
