He's got the kinda issues
The kind that nobody wants to tend to.
So he stands back.
He waits.
He watches.
He breaks.
And with only one single knock,
Is all it takes
for the pieces of him to be strewn carelessly,
Pieces of him discarded everywhere.
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A Poet's Random Notes
PoetryThis is my book take a look. It's nothing special but that's my opinion to you. What have you got to lose? This is random poems I do on random days, so please mind my delay at times. love, hate, misery, joy, confusion, all summed up- all enclosed i...
