Welcome to your life.
Look all around you.
There's so much to see,
But so little time to.
The things of this world,
Are random and scattered.
It makes you wonder,
If any of this matters.
Grapes in the sink.
That was random.
Some flowers are pink.
Where did that came from?
This world is a big mess,
And so is this poem,
And I must confess,
I dont know why I wrote it.
YOU ARE READING
Behind The Skull
PoetryThis is a poetry book with all the poetry I've ever written in it. I don't have a specific writing style. In fact, I don't even know what kind of poetry mine would be considered. Truth is, I just write what's on my mind and sometimes it rhymes. Hop...
