Do you see it in my eyes?
Can you hear the thunder crash?
The waves that swirl within
Reflected in the glass.
The ocean in my soul
Always pounding in my ears
Never ceasing, always increasing
Drowning the noise all around.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems
PoesíaI don't know yet exactly what I'm meant to do. Whether I'm meant to write novels or poems, or whether I'm supposed to draw and tell stories through pictures. Sometimes I think maybe it's both. Maybe I'm supposed to teach History to young children. A...
