i have
sailed the ocean of my mind,
climbed the heights of my heart,
soared in the darkest crevices of my soul,
and yet i cannot fathom
why
you are replaying in my closed lids
every second of the day.
YOU ARE READING
Motel
Poetrywhat is a book other than a motel where I check my thoughts in and you check them out? a collection of poems I wrote but never published.
