I have completed a chapter
In the book
That so tentatively attacked me.
That tore down
Everything I built up
Into a catastrophic
Masterpiece.
Only now do I sit in silence,
With nothing but my raw
Thoughts--
Left alone with my
Outcasted emotions.
I'm sitting in a room
With the person
I don't want to face...
Yet, here I am.
For a colorful mess
Is not created
In a comfortable setting.
Nor is a comfortable setting
Created by a colorful mess.
Yes,
Yes, I do love to read...
YOU ARE READING
Chapters...
PoetrySome of my poetry :)-- probably one of my personal favorites. I will continue on with this idea.