What was that?
A shadow?
No, no you can't hear shadows.
Right?
No, it's all in my imagination.
Like most things.
What even is real?
Is it what we see or what we hear or-
There it was again.
Where?
Right there.
I don't see it.
Listen!
It's right in front of you.
YOU ARE READING
Breathing | Poems
PoetryLife is like a walk on glass. This is a book of all my poems. Some are good, some are bad, some are cringeworthy. They are all mine. Was ranked #126 in boys (2018/07/21)
