Over hill, over death
Thorough the pain, through the desk
No one's here, neither there
To catch my back, wherever I have been
I do wander everywhere,
If someday I will be conscious, in my head
As I serve the dairy mess
That caused my teeth ache
You may be wondering all the way
What is she talking anyway?
But you are never going to guess!
Since myself, am out off the way
YOU ARE READING
Inner explosion
PoésieWhat a better idea than having a 30 days challenge that will turn into 28 since i started it in February, to boost creativity and writing skills after a long pause. This is a collection of poems inspired from photos, nature,shows, the daily life...
