i remember lying on the floor,
my chest throbbing
i sobbed,
the hard planks of wood under me my only comfort,
blankets tangled around my legs
paper in my hands,
my hair,
binded books everywhere,
pencils twisted in my fingers
my writer's mind
trying to create.
YOU ARE READING
the lowest heights
PoetryI thought to write this book as a little more abstract and informal because I needed something that's just a small escape from everyday life because, as all of you probably know, life is hard. I hope you enjoy these small poems and little rants. Tha...
