Really,
I've never felt something so sincerely—
And thank God I felt it
Walking down this path, my future stares back at me
between ripples of pond water and bog
A polychromatic leaf dances before my eyes
Carving out the supple autumn air
And I jealously lower my gaze.
YOU ARE READING
A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
