The noose
It beckons to me
Such a sweat escape it seems
Why are these thoughts happening
I thought I was fine
I thought I was cured
But why oh why
Do I feel sad
I've noticed
That in my times of struggle
I write more
Well get ready
Because my writing is about to explode
And it doesn't seem like stopping
Anytime soon
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
