I can hear the sound of something,
Or maybe it's the absence of sound.
Not birds chirping,
Or cars whirring,
Or even the sound of my breath.
What is it, I wonder,
That makes it feel so ominous
When there's nothing at all?
YOU ARE READING
The Beginning To The End
PoetryI've never been a poet, that much is certain, but I can tell you that it does get written. A lot. These are the collections of my poetry I've written, and some of them hit hard for me.
